The smell of expensive perfume drowns me.
People walking hand and hand.
I stumble through an ocean of red and pink.
An ocean of cheesy pick up lines and blushing cheeks.
Hopeless romantics with money to spend and inhumane courage
Everyone unaware of the aching wound that cupid's arrows leave behind.
The gushing pain of reciprocated and complicated feelings.
Money spent on symbols for feelings that could be rejected.
The sweetness turning bitter almost instantly.
There is no longer a burn in the cheeks, but in the heart.
A feeling that once more will linger within yourself.
Soon, however, someone new will catch your eye.
You will move on, and your "love" will grow again.
And money will be spent on feelings that could still be rejected.
Money is used to symbolize this wondrous feeling,
But it feels as real as the glow in the dark stars on my bedroom ceiling.
(I may edit this since I wrote it like a year ago, but yeah)
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Stars on My Bedroom Ceiling
PoetryAn assignment from grade 10 that was written for a valentines read-aloud kind of thing. One of my favorite poems I have written fun fact: I don't have stars on my ceiling, which is a big part of the poems meaning
