for no one
Cupid's claws cling unto you
like this morning's first rinse of shampoo
your grin tells me
you're mersmerized, oblivious to the taste
of that someone's sweet smell that keeps you going
i pound on my chest
forcing it to beat beautifully along with
the pitter-patter of raindrops on the glass roof
wishing that i wanted to fit into the picture
hoping i had the audacity to say to you:
"would you be my anti-valentine?"
-february 10, 2003-
-10:53 AM-
-g304a-
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