He seduced me,
with flowers and perfume,
telling me that i was,
the most beautiful exotic flower in bloom.
He bought me chocolate,
said that i was his chocolate sweetie,
made me think that he could not breath without me
because i was his oxygen.
Told me that we should make love,
to prove that our love was for real.
I shed my innocence, showed my love.
He messed my health, gave me HIV.
Now years later, another cold chilly day.
A withered flower,
that is no longer fragrantly sweet,
lying in a deep freeze in the morgue,
leftovers of another valentine.
Raylitpoems 2005.
OMG!So real...so heartfelt...so touching...indeed a poem that speaks..and speaks loudly... speaks clearly...speaks precisely.I Can't digest the title though...to me, simply "LEFTOVERS" or "WASTED DREAM" Hheheehee...awesome poem...simply AWESOME!!!
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