OldschoolA Poem by winter;lyraSunflare
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 Last Updated on March 8, 2017 |

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