Call me an old soul
Yes, as old as a fossil
I'm still in love with old school love,
where even holding hands is romantic.
In the generation of multiple boyfriends
In the generation of hookup and flirts,
I'm still in love with reincarnated lovers,
I still love the idea of handwritten letters with withered flowers pressed in the books we both love.
I know I'm a bit different,
I know I'm hard to love,
And that is why I live in my old castle,
Where I'm not so old and can be loved
You can spot me at the farthest corner
Near the window, in my plan white gown
With soft Country music being played in background,
I silently admire the silence,
Between me, moon and stars
I live inside a young shell,
But I'm thousands of years old,
Too old to be turned into poetry,
Too hard to be loved.
It's a different kind of hell i experience
Cuz being different isn't considered good
Yes, I'm an old soul
And I know it isn't impossible to be loved.
So I'll wait a little longer,
I'll wait till a historian arrives,
Who'll be intrested to know the centuries old secrets,
Who'll love the idea of being a rare species to survive
Till then I think,
I'll love myself a little more,
I will silently have conversations with moon
I'll give myself the flowers I love.
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CZYTASZ
Words of Soul
PoezjaStatus:- ongoing Description:- Everything I ever failed to express in words, Has now become poetry Waiting to be discovered and felt by everyone, It's a lost cause indeed....
