The morning came.
I loved you still.
Swallowed as a bitter pill.
I touched you with my subtle lips.
Soft and tender as we kissed.

The light came streaming through the blinds.
My eyes were shocked.
Daylight defines the form of immorality.
You told me love was fun and free.
As innocence with stupidity.
I was blinded by cupid.
Your words of love meant  nothing true.
They were to me, but not to you.

Your words were perfect.
Impure disgrace.
Shutters down.
Silly smile.
Frown.
Tears.
The massacre of St Valentine,
Over the years.
(C) LIVVI