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I came to think of her love for me
like the Winter’s snow.
The first flakes, just after the fall, were beautiful,
charming,
and ever-present.

As our romance went on,
the snow kept falling,
accumulated,
and was soon oppressive,
repulsive.
I began to long for Spring.

Spring came, of course,
(Although she says I had nothing to do with it)
and I felt as a beast relieved of a light burden,
selfishly pleased
despite the care and attention afforded me.

Yet, as the snow melted, I didn’t notice
the water beginning to seep into my walls,
forming great tears behind the wallpaper
or paint
or plaster.
By the time I noticed,
the damage was done.

Now I sit at my window,
the seeping water all drained and disposed of.
The damage to the walls is severe,
and cannot be painted over,
if I ever desired such a thing.

Through my window,
I hear the Spring birds singing,
but I feel no joy.
Care to indulge me in a little melodrama? :p

Anyway, this is equal parts real life and exaggeration. I very recently went through a break-up (not a bad one; historically, my break-ups are very amicable), and felt like I should be more upset about it than I was letting myself be. I thought writing some poetry would be a nice catharsis for it, and it really has been.

What is not exaggerated in the poem is that I was sick to death of Winter, but recently had the ill fortune to have to deal with water that was improperly draining from the roof into our walls. Yuck. Oddly, today as I was playing videogames and attempting not to think too much about the break-up, this struck me as a perfect topic/image for a poem, and I had to come write it. I think it's a bit of a rough poem, still, but I think with a few tweaks it could be really special.
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innocencedied2nite Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2008  Student Writer
This has an amazing truth to it. Kudos.
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vix0r Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2008
:D Thank you! :hug:
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innocencedied2nite Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2008  Student Writer
You are most welcome!
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2008
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:blowkiss: You are important to me
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vix0r Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2008
Ahhh, awesome! :D Thank you so much! :hug:
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2008
As our romance went on,
the snow kept falling,
accumulated,
and was soon oppressive,
repulsive.
I began to long for Spring.



Loved it. Beautiful.
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vix0r Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2008
:blushes: Thank you! :heart:
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BlueSpartanOfVGC Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2008
Powerful, powerful ending. That's all I have to say.
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vix0r Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2008
:dance: Thank you!
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flunki Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2008
:+favlove:!!
the passage of time is so strong and well done!
i absolutely love the imagery and just idea of the water and it being behind the wallpaper (and how you came to write about it) and "...and cannot be painted over, / if I ever desired such a thing"!

cant explain half the thoughts/feelings your poetry induces but theyre definitely good, excellent piece :)
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