The streets are filled with beating hearts in different ways
Some wear hats and gloves,
While others wear the earings their other half gave
All carry chocolates with a smile on their face
Cupids gift has been given,
Yet my heart is left arrow-less once again
With all these beating hearts running past at rush hour speed
I find myself standing around the rush in-between
Just my stone heart and me
©keirabeech
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