February 14
By Simonic
February 14 The year does not matter For to this day and I They are all the same The only company that I receive on this day Is she, February 14 She serves as an understanding friend Yet, always likes to remind me of my loneliness It's hard to understand why she hurts me so But I know she is telling the truth The dreadful truth Which over our anniversaries, I have come to accept I'll spend this day again With February 14 And together we'll sleep In my bed of thornsA poem for class. In which, I ended up submitting "Poison". This poem is true. I have never had a g/f when this date passes, I(like many), have come to hate this day. Written February 13th, 2001 © on Sep 14 2001 07:45 PM PST 0 • 1
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