What happened during Valentine’s Night

All light up
Kicking the night
With perfect mood
And delicious smile
With giggles served on our table

But the night turn out sour
With my face swollen with rot
From the words dropping off her lips
As we discussed by the
Evening sea

Leaving the place
After our date
My heart felt burdened
With wounds deep within
As I unlock the door of my room

Diluting my drink
With a good book
A Trilogy by a
Good man I admire
I struggled to drag myself
Out of the horrible state
My mood was pursuing

My flesh was beginning
To tear up deep within
As I saw the buildings crumble
Before my very eyes
Without a hand
To render a support
For my limbs has been crippled

After all
All she wanted was a friend!!!

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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2 Responses to What happened during Valentine’s Night

  1. mason moore says:

    Have any objections about me writing this on twitter?

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