Flowers will soon to wither
it's beauty will turn to waste
Chocolates won't guarantee forever
you'll make your dentist rich, in case.
Gifts will be forgotten
Promises are long rotten
Romantic dates will cost you much
but afterwards treated you like a trash.
So don't bother Mr. Valentine,
I don't care about flowers,sweets and wines
What I wanted is a real man
who can assure me that I'm the only one.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR SELF,
Poetry"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
