Whispered words woven in silk tongue,
Each one softly suffocated and strung.
What was the penalty as each swung
My thoughts were swaying as if hung.

Why would spoken thoughts bleed,
Each one grew inside roots of a ****.
I listened to hear if flowers would seed
But like poison you gladly did  feed.

Why would love turn from us to sour
Could I never regain that blossoming flower
These words scoured my heart in this final hour
But broken shards did all but fall in a tainted shower