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Farewell, My Valentine
Maybe it's not pure I'm looking for.
For,
Whoever said innocence was the best.
Well, he was a droll person.
All I can think of is a sordid image
Bodies glistening.
Consumed by passion
It's always been the lover's embrace
Everyone seems to want to capture.
And who the hell ever said that it didn't have to be a sneaky, ugly affair.
If you lick your lips and count to ten
You'll still be the only person in the ball
Wearing Cinderella's glass shoes
And I never did find you sexy in women's clothes.
-- No, you can keep the panties.
If I glean from you every thought and emotion you've ever had.
I'll be doing my job as an artist.
Never date one, they'll only use you.
And if I wrap my legs around your thighs
I'll be consummating a forbidden something or other, I'm sure.
Who gives you the audacity to bring up things like honor and chivalry
Because I've known you all my life
And those are things you've never seemed to give two shits about.
Now we write another page in a licentious faery tale
So, I'll bid your gorgeous blue eyes farewell.
Because, I don't plan on returning, my dear
Artist's are the biggest abusers you'll ever find.
And you'll spend all your time trying to escape their stinging embrace.
12:02 AM; 2/14/02
