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.