All I Have Is A Paper Heart And Glue.
Will You Be My Glitter?

All the snow is falling through like broken promises.
Crushed candy messages whose sugar coated words were
never clear to start, try to rephrase the "be mine" issue.
Empty mailboxes with dusty hearts line outstretched arms and
coasts.You were all that glittered. I was your generic card.
Always falling out of line and losing track of time; you were
the valentine I always fell short of convincing to be mine.