only a few weeks away
the most dreaded day of the year
v day
the day where delivery after delivery of gorgeous bouquets drop down
upon the desks of the females
like bombs leaving my heart in shambles
roses red
violets blue
daisy chains
notes saying i love you
they cross my desk,
as if on parade
another reminder
-as if i needed another reminder-
of the circumstances with which my last love was found
five years come full circle
the irony astounds
my poetry isnt as bitter this time around
maybe i'm growing
2 comments:
flower.
thanks seth :)
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