Once apon a Valentine's day
Do you still remember this cup.
The one you bought for me as a symbol of our love.
Is a trip down memory lane.
Everyday is a symbol of how time has passed
And how our love,
Has become a thing of the past.
I wanna say it was true love,
But a part of me tells me it was lust.
Something you failed to have for me.
Something you never had for us.
The common ground we were never able to find.
But then again,
I still have this cup.
The one that used to keep me thinking you were never giving up.
But now it is nothing buy a distant memory.
A memory of what could've been.