the tenderest of days
hearts opened
the world over
mine too
by love’s knife
to echo once a year
for eternity
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valentine day massacre ( for 1)
one word at a time
one word at a time
the tenderest of days
hearts opened
the world over
mine too
by love’s knife
to echo once a year
for eternity
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Paul Scribbles 
It’s just devastating.
Probably true for someone out there.
True for me but after a while the blade hardly hurts, the heart all but given up.
I have a poem I wrote a few days ago about the Heart. Unpublished as yet. I’ll ping you a copy.
Hearts opened by love’s knife………an intriguing concept.
Very simple, but that knife is sharp and cuts deeply.
Open your heart they say… but not with a blade.
hmm. Might be a fine day to sleep in I’m thinking – if it’s just once a year.
It cuts like a knife….seems like there was a song with that line in it ages ago. Love can be bloodthirsty.
Innocent hearts, each of them. And yes, all ’round the world hearts broke.
The knife of love. I like your ending on this.
OMG that blade to the heart of betrayal is such a good image
much love…