No kiss, no hug, no card, no flowers
No dress for dinner, no call for hours,
All words of promise, based on a premise,
Washed up dishes and a made up bed.
Unmade wishes and an unmade head.
Try to pour the pain out on the floor,
Try to put a board against the door,
You can try to wash the pain away with wine
And piece together your broken Valentine.

Life is like the Eiffel Tower,
Pointy at the end.
Pain is like the written letter,
You never got to send.
Days are like the water running,
In the bathroom sink.
Nights are like the long lived years
Over in a blink.
Try to pour the light into the dark.
Try to make a life and leave your mark.
You can try to tie your problems up in twine
And piece together your broken Valentine.