Valentine without you, a puzzle with missing pieces
Alone in my house, maybe I will be dead before the day ends
Loneliness fills my heart and shadows creep up on me
Eager for you to show up at my doorstep but the doorbell
Never ever rings, not going to happen yet I still yearn and hope and pray
This drink was to us and is to each our own, a new beginning
Impossible to stop thinking of you no matter how hard I try, it is an everyday habit, stuck with me
Nevertheless, this was the
Ending, a box of bitter chocolates, the bitterness lingers in my mouth for me to savour unwillingly