He loves to watch anime; The action and romantic story-lines
Made him appreciate life as he dodged any boring times.
This is his first valentines with her so it was extra special.
He's low on cash so he picks up one rose with textured pedals.
He recalls how he let her settle. The snow melts on his apparel.
The bright sugar-coated floor blindfolds sparrows,
Symbolizing that love is a Helen Keller trapped in a barrel.
He's unequipped with a heart impervious to bow and arrows...
And he's no Perseus; His fake adamant tickles Medusa's neck
So he gets stoned before the sea monster does. "It suits ya best"
Is what he says to himself. Meanwhile, Adromeda screams loud,
And she gets gobbled up. In other words, she can't seem to smile.
She gets impatient, unaware that the train's delayed and sure
She hates that he's running... no, crawling late to her,
But he's rushing and a drunken middle-aged woman pushed him.
He fell onto the train tracks and tried to use the rose as a cushion.
Electric bolts almost cooked him. The rumble of the train shook him,
But he climbed back onto the platform before the train squooshed him.
Pain took pins into a deeper part of his hooked skin, that it did.
He was taken to the hospital and he was still passionate.
Thinking about how he wanted to be on time for a change.
He refused to give up and get up, proclaiming his spine and his brain,
Returned to the train with the same rose and entered the hour ride
Thankful for not being suspected, by doctors, that he was high.
The sour pride kept his dreams alive and an empowered drive
Led him to an optimistic deem of rides along side the sweetest bride.
At least he tried to think of it that way. Now he's half way there.
His face tears a bit when a simple ruffian slices his dimple.
His emotions are rough again and gets into a fight over nothing.
Dude was an old kindergarten foe coming out for retribution
His anger was erupting so the tough stings found him a conclusion,
But he still held on to that rose and arrived at his last stop,
Got off the train avoiding trash talk. The snow was heavier.
His fast thoughts matched spots as they landed on his tongue.
It surprisingly warmed his soul, but deadlier chances would shun
When he entered through her wide open door, but his jaw didn't drop.
He just stared at both naked bodies, watching with a flawless distraught.
She had the answer sheet...
In her transparent sleeve
Is this what it's come to, a planet filled with romantic cheats?
She's reading the sections...
In her transparent sleeve
How could she think that 1 plus 1 equals 11
She's prone to stroll...
In her transparent sleeve
Demons descended on her mind, body and sold her soul
He stuck his broken rose...
In his transparent sleeve
And realized that the rose wasn't just broken,
but dead like the blackest nights
Symbolizing that love needs more than 7 Dragonballs to bring it back to life.
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