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poem time.. wrote it one valentine's day.. kinda true a little off but it's close to what happened....
I WANT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!!!!!!!!!!!11
Valentine’s Day Poem
As I walk down the hall and notice your blank face.
I see how everyone else is getting valentine’s day gifts
I begin to feel bad and fumble in my bag
To find the right valentine for you
Even as I scribble out the name
I realize that you may take it the wrong way
Yet I still keep scribbling because I want you to feel special
I want you to be happy and just have a good Valentine’s Day
Just like everyone else
When I hand you the valentine
You just sit and stare
I see your eyes move as you read it
Then you begin to smile
And I know that I have made a difference in someone’s valentine’s day
As I walk to leave
You walk towards me and hand me a heart shaped box
I look down to see what it is
I notice that it is chocolate
Without even noticing I reach my hands out to give you a hug
Even as I notice that you like me so much
I just don’t feel that way
As I walk out of class
You volunteer to carry my books
I just say sure
Without realizing what it may turn into
Yet I still allow you to show feelings toward me
Although I may never have the same for you
I just stand and allow you to be made a fool of
And yet I can never let you know that I don’t feel the same.
Constance Carlson
February 14th 2006
I WANT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!!!!!!!!!!!11
Valentine’s Day Poem
As I walk down the hall and notice your blank face.
I see how everyone else is getting valentine’s day gifts
I begin to feel bad and fumble in my bag
To find the right valentine for you
Even as I scribble out the name
I realize that you may take it the wrong way
Yet I still keep scribbling because I want you to feel special
I want you to be happy and just have a good Valentine’s Day
Just like everyone else
When I hand you the valentine
You just sit and stare
I see your eyes move as you read it
Then you begin to smile
And I know that I have made a difference in someone’s valentine’s day
As I walk to leave
You walk towards me and hand me a heart shaped box
I look down to see what it is
I notice that it is chocolate
Without even noticing I reach my hands out to give you a hug
Even as I notice that you like me so much
I just don’t feel that way
As I walk out of class
You volunteer to carry my books
I just say sure
Without realizing what it may turn into
Yet I still allow you to show feelings toward me
Although I may never have the same for you
I just stand and allow you to be made a fool of
And yet I can never let you know that I don’t feel the same.
Constance Carlson
February 14th 2006