For you, I don’t have a Valentine card or a single flower
All I have is me, a poetaster
My attempt to draw your attention, a failure
So I hide behind a facade, the laughter
What can I do to be yours?
Just when I think I’m close, I’m ignored
Feels like I’m an eyesore
Tears fall like a downpour
Between us, there will never be any contact
When I approach, you’re quick to retract
I follow thinking you’re fronting an act
I can’t figure you out, you’re abstract
So I’m setting myself free
Within a few days, I’ll be a ghostly entity
In weeks, I’ll seize to be
Months, a forgotten memory