On days such as this
of reminiscent times viewed on rewind
The slowing down of details missed gives sight to the blind
Wider eyes letting in ethereal beauty to a much grander design
to where divinity is intricately knit deep within the fabric of life

Hello, Cupid,
what are your plans for me this year?
I've been lucky for a while now,
but today might not be the same
This guy that I've been seeing,
well, we're not quite really dating?
And he told me last night
that he's not very lovey right now?
Sooooo
I guess today is a single girl's day...
But, hey!
There's still plenty of time
for a V-Day surprise:
roses at the door and Mylar balloons galore
A box of chocolate hearts and
A kiss for the Miss?
There's still an entire day,
so, Cupid, don't waste it away,
I really do love Valentine's Day.

I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing.
It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.
Love hurts it always has and lately it can also **** you and me.
*** is a sentence a death sentence *** is a threat to your short life.
*** makes your toes curl with the right girl *** can be something that is nice.
Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence.
Love is pain and *** is pleasure *** is love when love is together.
It is a painful pleasure this love/*** thing a lot like everything.
Pleasurable pain that lasts forever whatever forever is.
This heart on my sleeve it burns like fire satisfy my desire.
Sometimes *** is love to die for forever always suicidal.
Burn this paper heart of mine in fire cry inferno desire.
And from its ashes it will learn to begin anew and love again.
Love again and begin anew these paper hearts of fire of mine.