It’s coming,
The day of hearts and pink,
Of chocolate and flowers,
But a man isn’t in sight.
But I’m okay,
I can still decorate my home,
Treat myself,
That day won’t be a blight.
That’s what I thought,
Until I got invited,
Now I can’t wait,
For girl’s night.
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Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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This is such a fun and relatable take on Valentine's Day! Girl's night sounds like the perfect plan! 💖
Girls night perhaps can be as good as having a man. Nicely written Valentine's Day poem.
Lovely poem ✍️♦️♦️♦️
Beautiful poem! Perfect for Valentine’s Day! Great work!