Back in grade school we cut out hearts,
and gave them away.
Now that were older we do it different
but its like that old way
instead of cut out
its being stolen
by your smile
that makes you golden
gold, no that’s not right
you have to be much more
no one else make me feel this
or what its felt for
so its time again
for me to ask that same phrase
the one that make you giggle
and look at me like I’m insane
but its never an answer
just that smile
like a hidden yes
but its a not seen for miles
so turn with my heart
broken in two
giving up like before
but then its you
and you come in close
whisper in my ear
”your my valentine
for the year.”
