Today is the day most believe in love.
Today I find myself without it.
Today I find myself without it.
Today is the day where I am supposed to be showered in kisses,
And flowers red.
And flowers red.
Instead, I am alone.
Desolate and feeling wasted.
I feel like a tissue,
Worn and thrown in the garbage.
Desolate and feeling wasted.
I feel like a tissue,
Worn and thrown in the garbage.
Why am I so undeserving of love and affection?
I know there is a person out there,
Ready to throw himself at my worthy feet.
Ready to throw himself at my worthy feet.
Where art thou?
Written February 8, 2009
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