My Valentine has hollow eyes;
Once bit, twice shy.
A mannequin of her former self,
Her porcelain soul upon a shelf.
Boyfriend demon of her past,
Left her heart with an impression that will last.
A woman afraid to commit,
A timid and awkward misfit.
Tattered appearance tender underneath,
To my heart it’s thief.
Paper heart surrounded by lace;
My heart surrounded by her face.
She only knows her past torture,
She’ll soon realize I am the flicking flame of a brighter future.