I write because I have to


The cherry reflection of her smeared lipstick on the glass danced like fire
in a kindred colored wine.
Sad sips of sherry
In the distance, the setting sun ablaze on the horizon’s edge;
The sharp edge of emotion that she cut herself with
Roses on her desk.
Bouquets from the slits on her wrists.
She wept petals.
She bled blossoms.
The life that pulsed through her veins, the same color as love,
the mirror image of rage.
almost crimson
the color passion fruit should be
The fruit of her passion not met with action
Her love was never returned.
What a way to spend Valentine’s Day.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 30, 2009

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  • Tai Chi Italy (10/7/2009 5:38:00 PM)

    Valentines is traditionally for lovers...weather lightening strikes twice, is a blessing. We live, we love, we die, but never should we regret, not doing what we know we can do.

    February as a title! seems odd but interestingly linked to valentines, I feel for you as its a cold month traditionally...unless you have the warmth to the fire, as I do.

    Smiling at you


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  • Some Body (10/5/2009 7:24:00 AM)

    Nice use of analogies in this poem, i loved it. keep writing.

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