Old-school songs
Chandelier whispers through glasses,
Musical notes because of sea shore's air.
Saying all the swears isn't kept as promises,
No one cares if the decisions were fair!
Awake at night and sleeping at noon,
In waiting for a broken star falling like me.
I wish I could stare at you like my moon,
I bet, still a poet is living in me!
It's just an end of a young love,
Which was kept breaking for too long.
Stopped myself from fallin' in love,
And I end up hearing old-school songs.
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