Lonely Valentine
By shar bear
he hands her the rose, so beautiful and pure she takes it with a smile, just before he kisses her love is a candle, with its bright burning flame to be treated like a gift, not like a game when in love nothing else matters, because it takes you when out of love your lonely, and ure misery breaks you i love, but am not loved, im hated, but do not hate dont try and rescue me, because your far too late i gave my heart once, only to have it broken so many tears i cried, so many words unspoken sitting in silence, thinking of the love that was once mine no further have i gotten, ill soon be forgotten lonely valentine Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 04:12 PM PST 0 • 1
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"he hands her the rose, so beautiful and pure..."