Valentine

Valentine indeed!

The name suits her,
money-minded whore.
What right has she
to be happier then me?

He'll be sorry soon enough.
Bitter chocolate covered,
poisoned hard candied, heart.
Smiling hand holding tart.


Her smile so sweet, her soul is
iced cold steel, and rough.
His innocence she will soon impale;
Her heart's a hammer, every male's a nail.