At the start
I could feel a part of my heart
Beating ever so rapidly
It must be that time of the year
Where the stealing of feelings is normal
When in a grocery store
The overpowering smell of flowers is sickening
When everyone needs either candy or brandy
To make it through the day
All this fuss over cupid is so stupid
No one can really define love
So we pretend he flies down from above
And I will shove those who mention
Winged angels shooting arrows in a park to hit a mark
This time when the hotel room rates elevate
In case you just have a date with a mate
I hate how they all bait my fate
Screw Valentine’s Day
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