Valentines Box
Once again I’ve let myself become like a little girl in school
Passing out valentines
Giving “my heart” to everyone around me
Only to come back to my seat
And find my valentines box empty
Shaking it to hear if a flutter of “a heart” rests inside
But the box is hollow
Is it so bad to want someone
Someone to want me as much as I want them
To want someone to feel for me what I feel for them
I long for this,I yearn for this
For once I’d like to go back to my desk
And find at least one heart
That someone chose to give to me
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