Valentine Woes/Vows - A Poetic Dialogue Poem by Rodion Myshkin

The devil has come
So again,
No peace of mind...

𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘴.

Angel is stuck in a grave…

𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘚𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴
𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

I wish I could step
As I stretch my hand
The devil pulls me down
The poor little angel
He broke her wings
She can't fly…

𝘈 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘈 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

The wings to be healed
With the time pass by
But now in grief
If she doesn't survive…

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘈𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩
𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩
𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦.

Waited for life time
It is yet to come
The hours of immortality
The destiny still persist
The wings are to be strong
To fly above the sky
Would it BREAK again
I never know…

𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴
𝘛𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩.

The faith is lost
When the time
Gifted the pain
Every year, every month
Every day and every moment
Seems like the sorrow
Loves me more
And the happiness
Never showed its face…

𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘑𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩
𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

The faith
It's temporary
It is destroyed
When the fate rules

𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥
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