The birds are chirping.
The sky a perfect shade of after-rain gray.
It's the type of day that takes your breath away
without even trying,
without even asking to be seen.
A perfect day for writing.
A perfect day for subtle dreams,
and seeing yourself in beautiful
I don’t think I’m ever going to understand
how two people
who had the ability to love
and had the potential to create something beautiful
it’s as if we were sunflowers trying to gather sunshine in the summertime
but never opened up to bask in
It’s been about two months now
I should have been over you
Why are you staying for the holidays?
But the thing is,
I’ve always loved Valentine’s Day
Everything is cute and soft and pink
A representation of my personality
And the love I could have