But the new love
is not the old love
the new silence
is not the old
waiting for the sun
on night streets
hanging the moon
on laser beams
to stem the tide
and not let time
take over.

A rolling sea,
you ruined me,
but the new you
is not the old you,
you never razed
my castle
to the ground.

Out on the pavement,
pass on your crown.

- Marinca/ Quaint Ink