My Bloody Valentine
My bloody valentine,
Sweet, deadly valentine,
You make me smile in that dress.
Your looks are cold as ice;
Demeanor, not so nice,
Yet you're my favorite torturess.
Is your figure without fault?
In my wounds, you pour the salt,
But you know that by default
I’ll say yes.
So kill off all humankind;
If you don’t leave me, I won’t mind.
Stay, little valentine, stay,
Or I’ll die when you go away.
Copyright © Rose Melo | Year Posted 2011
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