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Kezexxe Apr 7
Hearts break and break, mentally,
And they can heal,
But if a heart is broken physically,
They cant.
Elaina Apr 7
The space between us
Electrified dynamic
Broken hearts mended
In my mind, I am too
old to be having crushes,
It takes Just one thought
of you, and my Soul just gushes,
I can't shake the feeling my heart
Just rushes,
I can't hold in my Emotions and
My face just blushes,
I get real nervous when
you come around,
the butterflies in my stomach
don't want to settle down,
I keep my composure
trying to be cool,
Just one false move will
have me looking like a fool,
I can't help myself, but
What can I say???
I won't pay him no mind
I'll just look the other way,
focus on something other than him
keeps it to myself,
cos, in my heart I can't win,
I wont tell a soul,
I'll keep it on the Hush,
I shall never, ever reveal to
the world My Crush!!!


B.R.
Date: 2/6/2025
Ari Feb 15
I like drawing hearts, they represent love.
Each one imperfect, misshapen, unique.
But still made for love.
Just like us.
A little late but Happy Valentine's day!
I got a Valentine so I'm very happy 🥰
I can be loved yall!
Chocolates, hearts and flowers are ubiquitous in the markets or stores
It is like a frenzy storm, like heavy raindrops rushing through the gutters
I am told at the big mall, it’s like Christmas Eve, where procrastinators
Are buying boxes of chocolate, flowers, candies of all kinds and colors
Candles, jewelries, intimate pajamas, and **** accessories for loved ones
Wow! Love must really be in the air or something different is quaffing
The oxygen, which is necessary and essential for our survivals. Something
Is in the fresh air, where the moon is full and craziness makes no sense
In this fascinating world, where babies are slaughtered and innocent victims
Are cursed, beaten, jailed and killed: I ponder and wonder. They don’t care
It’s is a show of tradition, not a show of unconditional love. I cannot bare
Not to say anything about what I’m witnessing and living. Bad dreams
Endure; they don’t last. Nightmares see the devil in the dark in your bedroom
I guess, hope and pray that Saint Valentine can improve the current events
Yet, I am afraid of the hypocrisy, which behaves like evil rats and pesky ants
Yes, I am confused, shocked and bewildered by so much extravagance for only one day
I write and pray that true love rains and reigns, and tolerance shines on Valentine’s day.

Copyright © February 13, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Lay dormant on my lap,
Hand on thigh,
Butterflies.

You make my heart race,
Laying across my,
Own
She's the sweetness at the end of a long day.
I see you in the places we once knew,
a glimpse of your shadow in passing view.
Your name lingers on my silent tongue,
a song unsung, forever young.

We walk the same streets, breathe the same air,
yet fate pretends we’re unaware.
A step too late, a turn too wide,
always reaching—never collide.

I hear your laughter in echoes dim,
like a melody lost within the wind.
Fingers stretch, but time won’t bend,
a story stuck with no real end.

We could meet, yet we stay apart,
two lost souls with tangled hearts.
So close—yet worlds away,
a touch we’ll never let replay.
I just wanted you to know,
You're not alone,
And I couldn't say it to your face,
Because I was scared.

You're not the first person out of you and me,
To try and dive (die),
And make it to a better side.
It's why I'm always trying so hard to make her feel good
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