The yelling
The fighting
The arguing
The distance
The colisión of two minds
One wants
Yearns
For what cannot be given
Constant reminders
Of
What she wishes she had
Honestly fuck Valentine's
For my heart is broken
You may fake happy
You may mask the pain
which resides in what we call love
I don't want
To begin
I'd it may end
Be my valentine
I don't want
What was once mine
To be now Hers
Be my valentine
I don't want
The pain
The agony of...
Love?
Be my valentine
The day of
Love
Is just a day of pure agony
For the heartless
For the loveless
And for though
Who once believed and now has
Forgot and never wants to remember
What a loveless day
Be my agony
Be my ending
Be my valentine
Art by: Anne Magill
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Why my soul is tired
PoesíaThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
