poems - Valentine i guess

Valentine's sicky-sweet smile

catches my eye from across the ball-room.337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOs4HaSqTjn

Pink swirls, blue swirls,

bright lights and ironed suits,

his red skin- is it love? Is it blood? Is it simply

a reflection?

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Very carefully, very precisely,337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq9ESqNo34y

another turn, another swirl, another partner

launching me closer and closer,

and when I make it,

he asks me, lips pressed against my ear:

"Will you be my valentine?"

I deny him coldly, for he has asked every dancer in this room,

for he has bewitched me, year after year,

for he has taken my happiness from me.

His plastic smile

His outstretched hand

His love that only lasts until sundown,

gone now - swallowed up

by the swirling dresses, by the pristine suits,

by the blues and oranges and pinks and navy

by the bright lights and meaningless chatter337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYOoscZqLPy

by the dropped roses upon the shining floor

and by my own blissful solitude.

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