5 Till
The holiday of love is within the week
And not a shred of hope is there
I will not connect my heart is weak
No-one is for me no love is to share
It's insane how I feel
In a town where I am hated
By the people who listen
To fake tempers escalated
Where people will judge you long before
They even know your name
If you're pretty you're still a whore
Even on Saint Valentine's Day
So if you are out there
And valentine less as well
This is for you if you care
My heart is up for sale
Only five more days until the day
Where love is made and broken
For most of you I bid adieu
Through words forever spoken
poem by Matt Burgett
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