A velvet blade for everyone's heart

to rip it open

piece by piece

part by part

it's sometimes good to show

sometimes better to not know

leaves deep cuts that never heal

no matter how much you don't feel

we think in our minds, it's good and warm

but know in our hearts its no big charm

why isn't it like that? why not a rose?

so flawless and perfect

it's what we all expect

but it's not so glamorous

and oh so fame

and when it all goes wrong

you only have yourself to blame

why have we slain this beautiful dove?

what is this velvet razor we like to call love?

This is an original poem I wrote and first posted on www.poets.com (I believe around 2002ish?) unfortunately, that website has been down for a number of years. Luckily I had most of my work backed up on good old fashioned pencil and paper, so now I can share it with you.