I’m sitting here exited,
Waiting for you.
Your valentine hurt you.
I feel your pain too.
I wish I could tell you,
About how I feel.
When you’re around,
You make me feel real.
I’ve watched different people,
Hurt you again and again.
But I’d never hurt you,
My beautiful friend.
But here I sit alone,
Waiting for you to come around.
As a dying rose petal
Falls to the ground.

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