Living with a broken heart
Leaving it left to cure...

Writing is true
The emotions flow...

Dazzed, confused, unknown,
But, true...

The words fell from her pale lips
With bite marks on her tounge...

So broken and brittle
So quiet and small...

A broken soul
And a shattered world...

Sitting in my room writing for you
Thinking of the moments and time we have gone...

I wonder what they would do if one day I died...
I wanna know what they would say...

So this is a Valentine poem
For my dearly unknown Valentine...

These crazy thoughts
Circle my maze like mind...

Bundles of thoughts run through my head
As I hide them behind my smile instead...

Every asked why?
Why are you afraid...