your heart was an enchanting land
softly alluring, naturally radiant
with birds of hope singing songs of foolishness
and trees growing fruits of ignorance.
You thought he'd nourish your soul,
replenish your spirit,
the birds had crooned so.
He entered the gates to your heart
with the key of trust you lent him
And you let his sugared words taint the trees' fruits
and his worms fill the birds' stomachs.
and soon your optimistic expectations
turned to faithless apathy.
As your heart became shrouded in scorn