Broken Valentine

In class we'd talk of themes,
You'd never hear my dreams.
Talk of how Brooke's Soldier dies,
Of Owen's guttering lies.

Then trembling in the halls,
I'd wait until the bell calls.
Wait in trembling fear
Would you even be here?

Then in answer to its ring,
Then my heart began to sing.
There you are my dazzling blonde.
Whom my heart will always be fond.

In your eyes of shining blue.
Love for me I will see.
Take from my hand,
This card of Love on your dresser to stand.
"
What is this?"

I hear that laugh.


Then a moments sad sigh,
Card in hand you pass me by.
To the waste bin you do toss.
My heart for a loss.

Strike me for a fool,
Gave my heart for you to rule.
When in times anew,
Someone else will e'er be true.