Trees stretch toward the gray sky
Above plastic hearts, both pink and red,
Force-ripe roses and bitter chocolate--
It looks like Christmas this February
14th time I could remember
Staring at cupid, praying for magic,
Turned into empty promises and tragic
Flawed lovers who had never loved,
Dressed crimson and procelein,
Hating the skin I’m in.
And now with a pink nose and card,
I see the hardest part is to trust
That time has given me my valentine.
As a shadow-of-a-sun plunges
Beneath the mountains,
My eyes are blinded by the white
Swirling around my face
As I’m wrapped tightly
Within a blanket of darkness,
Lights from lampposts quivering,
Mimicking me so easily.
How can I ever forget
The blood that men had drained from me?
Cranberry bears gather dust back home
Next to books full of declarations
Of eternal love...
Now ring false, forever.
Suddenly, breaking through
The tight embrace of lonely Winter
Breathing icicles onto my neck,
My insides are engulfed in flames,
Burning from what might be real...
My heart is exploding
As excitement is eroding
Away all fears I was used to holding
Accelration toward elation
Flying on wings of good vibrations,
Maybe this will work again.
Author notes
An ongoing piece...
Written March 3rd, 2006
