My Broken Valentines
Everyone smiling and all are happy,
Flowers being shared and chocolates being eaten.
But why, oh why?
Am i not apart of it?
Maybe because i am alone...
No, i dont just want someone this Valentines Day,
I want her
Things aint the same anymore.
Love's a joke
My lifes hit the floor but it's still going further down
I hate all this fake Love Holiday shit.
Happy Valentines Day they say,
Yeah, sure, whatever...
I didnt even know this day was meant to be a happy day...
Im the only miserable one...
Im not with her
Im all alone...
I hope she chokes on her words: 'Happy Valentines Day'
To whoever it is she chooses, whoever they may be...
All i have left to say is...
Have a Happy Broken Valentines Day...
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