The fourteenth of February
Blurry vision filled by shadows of roses
The floors, ceilings and walls covered in kisses
But none of that was for me
Cupid used to be my friend
Never thought our stormy relationship would come to an end
At him, I'm just angry
Because none of that was for me
Guess I was wrong after all
Waiting for you to appear in the hall
Your face invaded with that movie-kind envy
But none of that was going to happen to me
The saddest part in all that shit
I really thought the arrow hit
Once again, my old friend missed
So none of that is for me
Some are telling me to just say "your loss"
The thing is that I'm just so lost
Finally thought I found him
But you weren't the one for me.
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i forgive you
PoetryHe asked in his dreamy voice tinted with worry: "Will you forgive me, one day?" I couldn't help but say: "You're already forgiven. You always were." A miscellany of my poems about forgiving others in love, hate, sadness, and all those emotions that...
