I have breakfast at three and my dinner in bed. Some days I’m happy as can be. Some days I’m losing my head.
I teach classes online. I have a rich life virtually. But when I go outside I need to remember how to act socially.
In the middle of the day or night Is when I choose to shower. To be honest, I’m not quite sure anymore when it’s right To start my happy hour.
I used to enjoy traveling. I used to wear tight pants. Now I spend days at home reading And talking to my plants.
If all this somehow sounds enticing, Will you be my valentine? I mean, if it counts for anything, At least, I’m surviving quarantine.
Some additional verses:
I used to star in films and shoots. I was working on my movie. Now all I have to look forward to Is a quiet night in with Fellini.
I used to sing, I used to dance, I used to put on concerts. But currently, my only live audience Are the noise complaints from my neighbors.
If all this somehow sounds enticing, Will you be my valentine? I mean, if it counts for anything, At least, I’m surviving quarantine. And who wouldn’t want a date via FaceTime?!
But really don’t worry, you won’t break my heart If you say, “Yikes, I don’t wanna date her…” For luckily, poems and I won’t ever part — I’ll always have my pen and paper.