Lovely Dead Roses

The day of love

The day I dread

The day where doves

Fly overhead


The professions of love

The kisses under stars

The sunsets far above

Never could be ours


For our love did break

Heart shatters on the floor

Pieces you did take

Until there were no more


So I hate this day

I hate this month

For I have no say

No one to confront

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