A little note

Left on my locker

Taped to the blue door

It read:

Dear recipient

You have a pretty smile

Love,

Anonymous

Odd thing to say

None of my friends were there that day

Must be a delay

From valentine’s day

A little note

Left in my desk

Taped to the flaking wood

It read:

Dear Recipient,

You have a gorgeous laugh

Love,

anonymous

I never laugh in front of people

I hate my laugh

This must be a prank

What a filthy little snake

A little note

Scribbled down

On the first page of my notebook

It read:

Dear Recipient,

You have a great sense of style

Love,

Anonymous.

I can’t help but blush

This notes give me a rush

But I push feelings down

to go about my day

A little note

shoved in my pencil case

Written in pink ink

It read:

Dear Recipient,

You have a radiant presence

Love,

Anonymous

I barely know the words

But they Give my butterflies

In all the best ways

It is one of my best days

A little note

On my lunch tray

Right under the fruit cup

It read:

Dear recipient

I have an important question

Love,

Anonymous

The wait is killing me

I hate not to know

But at the regular pace

It won’t be long before a show

A little note

passed back to me

Neatly folded in three

It read:

Dear Recipient

Would you go to the dance with me?

Love,

Anonymous

Confused is all i feel

Who is sending me these

Why when and how

Who is behind it all

A little note

passed back once again

This time folded in ten

It read:

Dear Recipient,

Circle yes or no.

Love,

Your memories

And it is then

That my alarm clock rings

and i will never know

Who passed those notes

But i guess thats the point

of anonymous beings