FORLORN VALENTINE
Paper rings are everything
Bouquets of flowers are blooming
Couples scattered around the streets
She watched them celebrate the feast.
Those dulcet smile in her face
That deceives a lot of her grace
What hides behind the inconspicuous masks
In the end, it will unfold at last.
As the sun rises above the sky
She is the rain who keeps dropping a lie
Feeling so fine when it's crushing her inside
The lifeless memories she used to cry.
Standing in front of the mirror
She found an image of someone feeling so terror
The floods and storms visible in her eyes
It's such a beautiful mess, more like a damsel in distress.
The moment when the invisible strings were cut
She died a thousand times a lot
As well as romance and the poets of her dreams
Only forlorn left in this valentines.
