Vuta pumz (in honour of World AIDS day)


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.

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  1. 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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