Sweet nectar
from a forbidden
flower.

I must remember
that life is simple.

Enchanting meadows.
whispering
in my ears
forgotten dreams
and
promises.

You would make a lovely bouquet.

A vase of lies
sit on the kitchen table,
addressing me
with meaningless
memories.

Each spring
you grow back.
robing me of
my piece of
mind.

And each blossom
reminds me
that it will soon
be
over.