Lost Valentine - Poem by Bamukunda Hillary
The new day is ahead
Hearts have been washed clean
Souls have been purified
Pretence though expensive
Many have managed to buy a kilogram
For it needs a redefined and redressed being
Many haven't priotised
Instead they have strategised
How love will be portioned
How desires will be separated
How the weary souls will be unsatisfied
In the Tick tack time available
Accompanied by sweet excuses
Eye balls will roll over Eye lids
With honeyed lips dripping blood like water
High heels will wheel down high steps
Deceitful eyes will stare at one another
As if they will want to whisper, .
"Am late for my next round table"
On the ill fated day
Some hearts await twisted brakes and breaks
Some will have the day to prove impossibilities
As many will aspire to have the day revoked
Before they are cursed of dishonesty
As the day knocks tommorow
I see them clearly disguised
Aspiring to dress up in black, red and blue
To swallow whatever comes their way
The day seems lost along its way
Will any of them lure me?
Who will paint my heart then that day?
Who will be my Valentine?
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