It's Valentine's Day.
The day I loathe now but loved once.
Forgetting your first love is hard they say.
To heal it really did take me months.
It's Valentine's Day.
The day couples spend their time.
With your hair, I would play.
And I wonder how I would call you mine.
It's Valentine's Day.
I can imagine you appear.
I know everything sounds so cliché.
But I can't help thinking that it would have been a year.
It's Valentine's Day.
Thank you for being my first Valentine.
I write this today,
To thank you for once being mine.
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All The Words I Couldn't Say
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