You were my rose,
I held you too tightly.
And then, my fingers tightened their grip
too close.
Made my hand bleed, the thorns.
Scratched my hand; the long, sharp vine.
You will always be my bloody valentine.
You were my balloon,
I never let you go.
Filled with poisonous gas, you popped.
And then, I couldn't breathe no more.
You could never be mine.
You will always be my bloody valentine.
You were my heart,
and I never let you go frantic.
Secured you close,
held you tight
when your vibration rose.
And then, my heart broke.
You will always be my bloody valentine.
-Nalini