"Might Have Been"A Poem by Valentine"Might Have Been" Love is pain...
fraught with sorrow.
Destroying today...
and each tomorrow.
When a heart fills with love,
that refuses...to die;
All of the "might have beens"
just pass it by.
Leaving it to wither...
alone on the vine.
Once it loved deeply,
now it slowly lies dying.
Living in a long ago,
that shant be again.
Broken branch on the ground,
bent and just lain.
Love is pain that slowly,
chokes the broken heart;
Leaving tomorrrow...
no new place to start.
Valentine 2009
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