Your Garden.
Plucking out the withering pedals
Bodies and bouquets of florets
I promised you.
A void of lies I fed you
Closing the blinds in front of your eyes
But with you, I fell into the endless pit
I promised you.
A uplifting reminder
A song to dance away your problems
The sweet honey scent of your voice
Kept my garden blooming and vibrant
Like you.
Careful words that spilled from my mouth
Too glib for you.
Plucking out the withering petals,
I promised you.
Time had never passed so slowly
Now, your body withered with your so-promised garden.
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