Vintage Heart

My old school heart

Wanders in the dusty

Corners of museums

Taking in stories of

People and places

Long forgotten.

My old school heart

Whiffs in the scents

From the dog-eared books

In the infinite lanes

Of libraries that were

Once frequented.

My old school heart

Picks up a pen

To write down notes

And letters on papers

Every time it falls in

The wretchedness that's love.

My old school heart

Yearns for python hugs

After a really long day

When I can take it no more

But there's nothing

That a hug can't fix.

My old school heart

Just wants to be loved.

- NaPoWriMo, Day 9