A day to celebrate love
yet I dread it
I can’t remember
when I last felt
my heart race
like a steed
galloping
at full tilt
at the thought
of meeting someone
I couldn’t live without
The hands on the clock
crawl like a snail
But I’m not in a hurry
to get anywhere
Nobody waits for me
with a bunch of red roses
or a box of chocolates
with a big red bow
Like a snake
I want to slither
into my hole
hide from the world
until the day
dissolves into dark
and there is
flaunting of love
for another year
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
yet I dread it
I can’t remember
when I last felt
my heart race
like a steed
galloping
at full tilt
at the thought
of meeting someone
I couldn’t live without
The hands on the clock
crawl like a snail
But I’m not in a hurry
to get anywhere
Nobody waits for me
with a bunch of red roses
or a box of chocolates
with a big red bow
Like a snake
I want to slither
into my hole
hide from the world
until the day
dissolves into dark
and there is
flaunting of love
for another year
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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