Rocks

heart shaped rocks on the ground i picked them up the ones i found painted them up gave them a name place them in envelopes accompanied by letters i wrote to boys i hoped secretely felt the same one day i stopped didn't get any in return only cruel words that still to this day haunt and hang and prey over me they sting they burn like mad cackling birds an as i was wandering wondering to myself thoughts meandering all around i picked up a heart shaped rock off the ground.