Dear Valentine,
A clue to you,
I am yours but you are not mine.
I ruined that long ago with a fear of sitting still.
Promising the future paralyzed me,
The Pressure encompassed my thoughts.
I mangled our hearts like I naturally do,
And the worst part was not looking back.
Your cinnamon eyes still haunt my sleep.
And now I know a cage shared with you,
Would have been the sweetest place.
Because you let me sing.
I do not expect a reply and I realize
It’s selfish to push these words.
But please be mine? And only mine!
You are my continuous muse.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Dear Valentine,
A clue to you,
I am yours but you are not mine.
I ruined that long ago with a fear of sitting still.
Promising the future paralyzed me,
The Pressure encompassed my thoughts.
I mangled our hearts like I naturally do,
And the worst part was not looking back.
Your cinnamon eyes still haunt my sleep.
And now I know a cage shared with you,
Would have been the sweetest place.
Because you let me sing.
I do not expect a reply and I realize
It’s selfish to push these words.
But please be mine? And only mine!
You are my continuous muse.
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