By Allie Marie
Trapped by your flattery,
I’m supposed to act calm and cool so naturally
but I don’t.
Won’t you be my valentine?
I’m tired of this game of time.
Remind me what love is like
before I am alone again
as I’ve lost a love and a friend.
I should know not to be such a dreamer,
but better yet maybe we could make it
the last time.