When I talk about my treasure chest
People think I keep silver and gold,
Diamonds and rubies
and all things groovy.
Instead you find broken pencils,
Glittery utensils,
an eraser shaped like an egg.
a tiny doll with wollen legs.
Letters from my mom n Friends.
Drawings from my little sister.
Even a love note from my so called "mister".
Things from the past, things from the present,
things to be remembered.
My memories great and old,
Some funny, some cold.
All hidden in this purple box.
The things I considered gold.

"Chivalry is dead"*
Well said!
A stranger on the pavement
Shoved his hand between my legs.

Everyday people pass by,
They no longer notice each other,
Not even a hello or a good bye.
No need to meet, just listen to the beep,
A text will tell how much they care.
Does that really sound fair?
They no longer awe at nature's wonders.
They affixed themselves to their device.
Every second, minute and hour,
They locked their eyes to their machine,
Chained like  slaves
Doing what it says,
Directing their daily routine.
Ohh what have this world become?
Loving our device.
Using human as toys.
*Worshipping it day and night
Ohh what a terrible sight!

perhaps the reason you've been attracting conditional lovers, is because you haven't been uncoditionally loving yourself