Valentine's Day Massacre

Tributes to Lovers

You brought me roses,
but the thorns
made me bleed.


You slaughtered my heart
with Cupid's arrow;
your poisoned kiss
led to my destruction.


For a year, I stared
at the ruins left of me.


I thought I would
never know love,
because I couldn't
have your heart.


So mine shriveled up
and turned to stone.


But a saint came
and reversed the curse.


He restored my hope
and showed me
what love looked like.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Chris 3/Chris 4

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