Paper Valentine

If you need me, even just for today
I'll be yours, something to use
for perpetual abuse
And when you throw me away
I'll be forgotten as a paper valentine

I am someone who is there
in sickness and in desperation
for perpetual abuse
And when you knock me down
I'll be a mere side-effect
a paper valentine

No more than a pescription
scattered in a platonic mess
Torn and left with all the others
a paper valentine

The End

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