Delilah Miller Poems

Is that NYC nail polish,
color Black Cherry,
the number 121A,
too dark to be?
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I suppose our love
is the universal love.
Your complacent gift of a red rose
must have been grown
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The newest excuse,
'Life is just too short.'
When the fact is, life has never been longer.
Because we find a new way to stretch and contort
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Mortality is so blatant and apparent,
It's the red light
when we really need the green.
It fails to be merciful or contrite
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Somehow,
when his heart is a wreck
and the latest girl didn't keep the vows.
he ends up here, ruminating without regret.
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What have I done?
What did I ever think I
would do?
Nothing like this...
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Tilting and swaying your hips;
Simple.
Talking, but don't use your voice, just your lips;
Anyone could do it.
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You’re someone else, somewhere else again.
And you’re fanning away my words with a gentle, inattentive breath.
but I didn’t call to be angry.
I can’t be.
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Oh, the lies you spew!
The rhymes you pen,
promises made,
bank loans, and wedding rings, and I.O.Us…
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But where, my mystery and moon,
Where can find someone
And someone soon
Who’s anything like you?
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