Oldschool

Oldschool

A Poem by winter;lyra

Sunflare
Blue dress, crystal shoes
But look

It seems as if she's looking at
You
She's so
Oldschool
Old groove
Always
On good mood
And she dances like
She's atop the moon

She's a relief at noon

But soon
So soon
She is so ready to fall
For you
Just for you
And for
No one else

She's so old school
Old groomed
Old grown

But soon
So soon
See how she mourns her dreams
The dreams you've killed
But
It is
All
Good
As if she's made of steel
She's so oldschool
She never cries or minds
She said "It is all good"

A poet's sin

She is the make believer
The common deceiver
But neverthless
The usual receiver

She's so oldschool

© 2017 winter;lyra


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Added on March 8, 2017
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winter;lyra
winter;lyra

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