Poem1: My Valentine?
Should you be my Valentine?
Are you even worth my time?
Should you be mines?
Are you going to let me shine?
Should loving you feel like a crime?
Are you staying with me way past our prime?
Poem2: True Love
I guess our love was fake
True love last a while
True love is worth the fight
True love survive the struggles
You didn’t give true love a try
Poem 3: Alone during Valentine’s
Alone during Valentine’s
Just my thoughts and me
Yes self love is important, but that love gets boring to me
I need a love that set my thoughts free
A love that let me grow in what I want to be
A love that explores a different part of me
But not this Valentine’s Day
I will be without a bae
Just me and the bed where I lay
Another lonely day
At least myself boring love is here to stay
About the Creator
Emily Binkley
Hey ! I love lifting, inspiring and encouraging people through my writing! I also love writing poetry! So please read to get inspired! Recently I became very open with my writing. Letting readers in my most deepest thoughts.
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