Old School Love

Old school love

Give me the old school love. Write me letters with fountain pens on paper. Leave me random notes around my house to find later. Kiss my hand when I'm on the phone, lying to my mother. Slow dance with me to golden songs which will stay relevant forever. Write a poem for me, full of errors. Lie down with me and gape at the stars forever. Read to me about old, dead lovers. Promise me about always and forever.

I wasn't made for modern love, for confessions over texts and proposals over snaps. I wasn't made for makeouts in the evening and friendship during the day.

I was made for mixed tapes and serenades, though I'll settle for playlists and dates today. I wanted cliché and corny, not downplayed and horny. I wasn't made for modern love I guess, so I'll wait till I find the old school one, you bet.