February again?
Taglines all point to love,
Banquets and talk shows,
For singles and married.
Singles will mingle,
Just to see who to cuddle.
Pile up of love-dates
Counting one, two… Fourteenth.
Stories told of a priest who died for love,
Stories told in various versions.
The St. Valentine.
Just like Romeo and Jack.
But he ain’t Jesus.
So the celebration keeps cutting off more lives with scissors.
After Valentine’s Day.
So many bills to pay.
Teenage pregnancy outbreak.
Packages of heartbreaks,
Breakfast served right on the sex bed.
After playing the night’s soundtrack like a wailing bird.
Good first impression
Switched to loads of depression.
Headlines of suicide.
Deaths and robberies on the roadside.
Quickies in clubs,
Diseases to curb.
The excuse is Val,
A remembrance of love.
But love is beautiful,
Love is pure.
But the moment you mistake the soft pat,
You may go down these old ragged paths.
