No Valentines
No kisses to share with the misses
Or anyone for that matter
Like a home with no fences
The trenches where I'll roam
By my lonesome
I'm used to the darkness
I've come in contact piquing no interest
To any one in particular
Love is a privilege
Recommended to the worthy
Even the dirtiest pictures
That I've discovered
Two star crossed lovers
An endeavor beyond my comprehension
Succumb to singular vision
It's been years since I've known such
I hardly would recognize
Or let alone know how
Forgotten, I improvise
Pretending when u know its facade
Even though flawed
Looking for failures
So the patrons applaud
Hope is dissolved
When you're stepped over
Why I'm clutching the bottle
I make love to not being sober
The latest trend I'm guessing
I'm probably better off
Never knowing about love
Or even the cost
They say love will love you
Regardless of circumstance
But how the fuck does that apply
With many high expectations
I'm facing inflation
Solely cause
About the Creator
Kenneth Davis
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