Feb 2016
Talk about the way I loved you
Once upon a time!
I will always be kind to you,
But keep your valentine.
What good would come of an empty notion?
I won't sop in your love potion.
Keep your hearts of candy handy,
You might need a snack.
Wrap it up in cellophane,
Send your entreaty back.
We had our time, you had your shot.
Let's just be friends, or maybe not.
I can't think of reason one
That I should take the chance
On trusting that you'd ever change,
No, I am not entranced.
Learn the meaning of good-bye.
Walk away on down the line.
Don't look back, don't dwell upon it.
Give it no second thought.
To be clear,Β I'm not mad with you,
But feelings can't be bought.
At the close, there's this to find -
I don't want to be your valentine.
Once upon a time!
I will always be kind to you,
But keep your valentine.
What good would come of an empty notion?
I won't sop in your love potion.
Keep your hearts of candy handy,
You might need a snack.
Wrap it up in cellophane,
Send your entreaty back.
We had our time, you had your shot.
Let's just be friends, or maybe not.
I can't think of reason one
That I should take the chance
On trusting that you'd ever change,
No, I am not entranced.
Learn the meaning of good-bye.
Walk away on down the line.
Don't look back, don't dwell upon it.
Give it no second thought.
To be clear,Β I'm not mad with you,
But feelings can't be bought.
At the close, there's this to find -
I don't want to be your valentine.
I wrote the componants to this poem in early January. About halfway through, I realized the rhyming pattern of the verses had changed from alternating to four lines of couplets I worked on the arrangement to break the couplets into beidges between the larger verses, and reworked the content for continuity. I was going to keep sitting on it till the 14th of february, but I think it's ready to send out. This one really was just a fun write. It is not super serious.
Later on, I might play around with it and turn it into a song.
Later on, I might play around with it and turn it into a song.
