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I remember when we were kids,
We used to make Valentine cards,
Red construction paper and white faux doilies
Purchased at the 5 & 10 store,
Something about the way that white paste smelled
Made kids want to taste it, and some did,
My chubby fingers never seemed to fit
Those round-edged scissors,
And my clumsy little cut-outs,
So second rate next to yours,
I'd always ask you to do mine for me,
But you seemed impatient to do so back in those days,
But after 13 years now, with no return phone calls,
It seems you've developed the virtue,
And the bittersweetness
Of our own blood upon my lips has
Sparked memories such as this one,
And I try to acquire a liking for this strange aftertaste,
Because I guess I've received what I asked for,
But I'm sure that paper hearts don't bleed this much.
2:35 AM 8/6/2013 ©
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Interesting
When I was five I once ran home crying because this girl I asked to be my girlfriend in kindergarten said no.
greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends
This is actually about family
This is actually about family members.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks for the insight
This just reminded me of my early school years valentines and what not.
greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends
Yes...it's actually just a
Yes...it's actually just a holiday to make money...as are they all.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Holidays
they all are but they give me something to hope for.
greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends