I’ve arrived too late.
You’ve used up all your love and
outrageous displays of affections on someone else.
So that when Valentine’s Day passes by,
There are no flowers or romantic adventures.
You tell me, “I’ve done this all before—I’m tired.”
But you’ve done nothing with me
I’m left picking up the crumbs,
cause I’ve come too late.
And someone else has already eaten my cake.
By: Azzurra Nox
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