BE MINE, VALENTINE

 

Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

BE MINE, VALENTINE

In shadows where dreams decay,

I wander through night’s dismay,

Only solitude’s cold, empty grace.

No tender whispers, no sweet embrace.

Mocked by the constellations above,

With tales of sacrifice and endless love,

Their humor, scorns, and doubts abound.

No love or warmth to be found.

Not for the obdurate ice queen.

With thoughts and acts so byzantine.

So here I stand, a heart of stone,

No prince or king upon the throne.

They’ve all gone, their promises cheap.

In the darkness, all alone, I weep.

Recalling passion and hope

 doing my best to cope,

while dreams fade like the morning mist.

In a world where love does not exist,

I’ve built my walls, so high, so steep,

To guard a heart scarred so deep.

For love, is but a dream,

A fleeting wisp, a heartless scheme,

I walk the path alone,

A hardened heart, all hope flown.

Is the fault all mine?

Or just the time?

All I wanted was a Valentine.

YRS ©2025

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Seven years we were wed

Five million tears now shed

I pushed you in a rage

Not realizing I'd be caged

Onto the tracks, you fell

At the clang of the engine's bell

That moment's a blur

But witnesses concur

Zero friends have rallied

Their votes I have tallied

Instead, to her they throng

There is nowhere I belong

Two lives' you transformed

On that train platform

My heart was broken

When loves loss was spoken

For I alone held deed

To all your desires and needs

Nine days till the hangman's noose

Did she seduce

These thoughts I still ponder

For time, I can squander

Were you smitten

Did she make your heart quicken

My only regret

I couldn't kill Yvette

But if curses are true

She'll soon be blue

Her breath I'll steal

Your money made the deal

I want your pardon

To walk in heavens garden

Will you find it in your heart

Will death mean a new start

Or has destiny showed 
Hell, as our new abode?

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174 words

Yolanda Renée © 2015

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I'm no poet

as surly this shows

but after hours of trying

I wasn't denying

my prose a chance to shine

or it's place in the annuals of time.

(In other words, I had nothing else!) :)

Here's a lot more!

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