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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Freeman Avatar
December 2, 2011 at 10:21 AM
A Rambling Righting Riley, smile a great Aliteration in your handle, my friend. I never did come up empty handed on these occasions dear, but sometimes failed to get one from those I wanted hearts from... Congratulations on your worthy 2nt place. Agape, Moses
Quigley Avatar
December 1, 2011 at 8:11 AM
I hope that by now, you have found your heart. Sad but well written poem Shauna
Brown Avatar
December 1, 2011 at 6:41 AM
Congratulations on your placement in my contest Shauna. You all left a piece of yourselves on this contest page. It was so very hard to judge. I am asking you all to read and comment on all the winners here. You will go away seeing into the hearts of all the winners. This was a very emotional contest for me. Thank you all for supporting this contest. Love and blessing to you all, Carol
Brown Avatar
June 14, 2011 at 6:41 AM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning A. Please keep sharing your writing with us. I wish you much inspiration that you may continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol
Mister Roboto Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 7:39 PM
Love always comes when you COMPLETELY stop looking. When you are looking for someone, most times you are looking for someone to fit a certain mold, or be some particular way. When you give up the search, you tend to spend more time on honing your own skills, and becoming the type of person you are searching for in a mate. Irony speaks when this happens, because this is usually the exact moment when you become the one who is adored by the ones you would have been searching for. Ya get it?
I completely get you!
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