A stuffed bear sits
in the corner of a white-plastered room.
Valentine memories of years past
rip the heart it holds in its hands.
The obnoxious smile on its chubby face mocks me
as another Valentines approaches.
The white fur it once had
has become corrupted in spots.
Its beady, black eyes stare at me
with no real knowledge of the
"Love Always" heart it holds
in its tired hands.
But, it can't throw that heart down -
its hands are stitched forevermore
to a ripped billboard.
in the corner of a white-plastered room.
Valentine memories of years past
rip the heart it holds in its hands.
The obnoxious smile on its chubby face mocks me
as another Valentines approaches.
The white fur it once had
has become corrupted in spots.
Its beady, black eyes stare at me
with no real knowledge of the
"Love Always" heart it holds
in its tired hands.
But, it can't throw that heart down -
its hands are stitched forevermore
to a ripped billboard.
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