An old school soul


An old school soul,
yeah I love everything old.
Walking in the rains, smelling the wet soil,
I prefer holding hands over a date night.
Wish for a romance of a fiction,
waiting for a Mr. Darcy like connection.
Admire silent love over forced actions of affection,
just a rose would do nothing fancy I ask for.
To spend a cozy warm homey night,
I don't like clubs, they aren't my type.
Wish someone write me a poem,
no need of an Instagram post.
Call me an old soul, I take it as a pride,
with slower pace and peaceful ways,
I live my life with no regrets.

  • Author: Janhvi (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2024 01:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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