If you were to buy me flowers again
would you be my valentine?
Genuine apologies, real love.
I guess I would but then.
The time is gone, you are sat on the fence still.
While I remind myself how much better I would be without you.
Your arrow Cupid missed and I don’t want a half baked kiss,
because love as it once was is no longer.
You wouldn’t bother me with your love anymore.
That like trust has disappeared with the years.
When we were once happy larks flying freely, peas in pods now we are asymmetrical, poles apart, dimensional opposites.
So if you were to buy me flowers again
I would reconsider.
But you won’t as your love is neither hot nor cold
and the rain is chasing us as the last shadows dance away.