I remember trains
and the sound they made on those nights
lying fearful of that last call
and as March winds near,
I can taste the pain
as my tresses sway;
a fool to think I could run away
from these roses, rekindling
the scent of your memory.
Fourteenth day of February
came and went.
Yes, it's still my favorite day.
I still see you standing here,
holding one white rose behind your back,
your eyes, smiling sunlight
and I fall to my knees
shaking my fist at the stars, they lied
when they said time heals all wounds.
twelve years after
and my spirit still lies shattered,
your Valentine written on my heart.
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Sighhh...I know this place, my Friend. Lean on us, Sweetie. We'll help you rise again. A beautiful, sensitive penning. Good luck in the contest. I won't say I know how you feel, but you know I understand. 




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