Poem
The 14th of February
Where are they, when that day comes
A phantom illusion, floating around the craniums
Of every boy who ever longed for the touch
Of every girl who never got flowers by the bunch
Where is that smile? when that night is upon us
When guys turn over in the beds
And the girls are found spooning pillows
Counting lonely sheet threads
Where are they? when you would be be held tight
Only to find the cold embrace of the night
What can we do in the face of such a blight?
When we would give our all
When our hearts would take flight
For if only the right person would peer our way
Then we would not fear
Would not fear...
That day
A phantom illusion, floating around the craniums
Of every boy who ever longed for the touch
Of every girl who never got flowers by the bunch
Where is that smile? when that night is upon us
When guys turn over in the beds
And the girls are found spooning pillows
Counting lonely sheet threads
Where are they? when you would be be held tight
Only to find the cold embrace of the night
What can we do in the face of such a blight?
When we would give our all
When our hearts would take flight
For if only the right person would peer our way
Then we would not fear
Would not fear...
That day
Drack Valentine
