O I picked the flowers
O I got some chocolate
O I got some candles
O I cooked dinner
At the table alone
Food getting cold
Flowers dying
Chocolate melting
Candles is about to burn up the table
Still sitting here
Crying
It was a knife
No arrow
No love
No Valentine
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2024 15:41
- Category: Sad
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