Feeling like the libertine lifestyle has left you a little lonely on Valentine’s day? Here is a special poem, from me to you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I used to quite like someone
Maybe that’s you.
Bruises are blue
And corpses are green,
A scatter of fractured hearts
Litter the scene.
Souls turn to black
And tears run to red,
A hundred more follies
Climb into my bed.
Minds break like glass
And love turns to dust,
We can’t quite stop choosing
The one we can’t trust.
Fire turns to ashes
And dreams turn to smoke
No one can fix all
The people they broke.
The tables of restaurants
All laid for two,
Sold out in the crush to shout,
‘We’re valued too!’
Cards sell for money
And flowers wilt fast,
Our culture projects us
At dreams that won’t last.
Fools turn to comfort
And cowards to shame,
The righteous will always
Need someone to blame.
“The angels have fallen;
They lie in the dust,
In circles of feathers,
Condemned by their lust!
“The outcasts are devils,
You see by their tale;
Their evil has destined them
Always to fail!”
Yet thorns turn to roses
And snow turns to sun,
As one story ends then
Another’s begun.
The skies are for angels,
The sunlight, and sparrows;
Not struck down by chubby
Young toddlers with arrows.
In three weeks I promise you
softness and sweet
No grieving for loss
Nor a life incomplete.
The emptiness filled
With a pleasure divine
As earthly delights have their
High holy time.
So take it in slowly-
Slip it inside.
Taste more of this delicate,
Sensual bride.
For lemons are yellow
And honey is gold;
And pancake day’s just as good
When all is told.
Happy February my fallen angels. You are beautiful just as you are.
Xxx
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What a fine way with words you have my fair young lady.
On this day of fake romance
I’ll raise my champagne glass,
To evenings in our AP pants,
And warm days to collapse
On big beds in The Bush,
With gorgeous men, perhaps?
The highs and the lows,
Endorphins aplenty,
Throughout together anastomose.
The men they may have come and gone,
But from that a friendship grows.
And so to my lovely A
I wish you a Happy Valentines Day.
May the Cupids be shot down from the sky,
And the roses wilt, wither and die.
The M&S meals burn in the oven,
And all the men who wronged us never be forgiven.
xx
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