Something inside her
Made me crawl
I never knew what it was
Until I took my fall
Years now since the day
When I decided not to celebrate
Because of the pain I felt
But it must have been fate
Finding a love card
That did not belong
Shredding it as a test
To see if this was all wrong
When it was time to leave
And my last hug released
To my surprise
Communication ceased
A drunken cupid
Had hit me with this poison arrow
Left me broken and bleeding
Never had I been so low
Willing to shack up
Like a lost and lonely kitten
With the next girl who came along
Addicted to her heroine
All the time wasted
Re-learned lessons and grey hair
Dreams thrown away for just a chance
At a long lost prayer
Realization that perfect was impossible
And fairy tales do not exist
I never want to experience
Saint Valentine's kiss
3 comments:
Ah Chris!
The ache of Saint Valentine...
Cupid can be such a bastard, especially when drunk.
:) Cool!
Love the reference to the drunken cupid. I think a lot of people will identify with this one, Chris.
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