The Day After Valentine’s
Was it a thrill or did it go fast down hill
The Day After Valentine’s
The roses lean, their petals bruised,
chocolates halved, their sweetness used.
The ribbons curl, the candles dim—
was love a spark, or just a whim?
Did Cupid’s bow strike true last night,
all flushed with thrill, all laced with light?
Or did it sting, a fleeting thing,
a promise tied on severed string?
The morning hums, the hours sprawl,
life moves ahead, love stands—or falls.
The echoes fade of hearts once bright,
was it for love, or just the night?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Hope things worked out for you. Nice poem you have here for memory sakes.