There is no excuse
Even that sounds lame
Waste of your time?
Wasn’t a game

Cannot decipher
Twisted metaphor
High as a kite
Crash to the floor

Thought about the efforts
The sacrifice
Bending over backwards
Trying to play nice

Every dot dotted
All the t’s crossed
Looking ahead
Already lost

Dinner reservation
Flowers expected
Recoil from expectation
Hidden truths protected

Conform to the norm
One of the nights we show
Some might say yes
Other’s lord no

Salute all who take part
Valentine for the free
Prices are doubled
Worth the sentimentality

Mark Scotchford © 15/02/2017


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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