Valentines Death

Red roses true Skies so blue Lovers doing what lovers do Chocolates and confessions of eternal love Building up hopes and dreams I, behind the counter At the ripe old age of 69 Watch all the youth Filled with hope and desire Love is like clouds in the carefree sky They all stare and thrust Hoping to latch onto a dream Reality is not so kind Illusions die on the ides Kisses left unfulfilled Roses with more thorns than hope Wine so sour, blood is in flavor Ah, but for now they are all happy Holding hands and bouquets Pink roses and red carnations The road they know not to damnation Who am I? To spoil a dream Who am I? To laugh when they scream You see love was a knife That murdered me long, long ago I may breathe, but the death possessed me The life all but left me So tonight as lovers kiss and fondle I wish them well, from far over yonder I kicked out the chair The rope taunt and tight As my last breath Whispered to my long lost love Good night