Freshly picked poppies
Under the tree
Carefully picked out just for you.
Knocked on your door

Yanking you from the floor
Over the hill
Under the tree

Around us were poppies chosen by me
Stunned by the beauty
Smokey bitter-sweet smell
‘Have a bite I promise it will taste lovely’
One bite is all it took for me to say farewell
Letting you walk away would not suffice
Eating the poppies and watching you suffer added a little spice

I may have your heart, but it wasn't given.
I loved from the start, knowing it was forbidden.
Your words were empty, just like your soul;
I showered you with love but it fell through a hole.
Through one ear and out the other,
When I try to make a move you always falter.
What do I need to do for you to look at me?
what do I need to say for you to listen to me?
Every step I take forward, you always take a step back.
I'm slowly getting tired, for I don't know what I lack.
Despite the fatigue, I still weep gently at night behind closed doors;
It is not a guarantee, but I hope that one day I would be called yours.