he planted his hand on my waist
and it grew vines that
enveloped my heart
with sun shines and blue skies
he kissed the dusts away
and i saw rainbows and waterfalls
that fed the vines with
what seemed to be
everlasting bliss
but the moon light came
and the vines that once
cradled my heart
tore me apart
with the thorns that
pierced me
over and over again
his eyes held no star
to unshackle me
and the sun
never rose
to save me
again