Valentines
Watch me burn and watch me die – o! my dove!
Is there honestly a thing such as love?
Valentines coming from Cupid’s arrows
But true love could not be found in arrows
I loved you, and thought that you were the one,
I was wrong. All you did was try to shun
Me, you loved me not, I was not enough
But still I stood up, but still I was tough
Even though you loved me not, I begged
And once we finished playing, you segued
Out, to another girl. O! a new girl!
Filled with love for you and filled with those pearls
A gift for one as majestic as you
Hanging on your neck as you returned, true
To our house that used to be filled with two
Now only one, relationships askew
I still read your cards, in between the lines
Christmas cards, Easter cards, and Valentines
Watch me burn and watch me die – o! my dove!
Is there honestly a thing such as love?
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