My Dearest Nightshade
My dearest flower,
I planted you, cultivated you,
Loved you.
And now, I reap what I have sown.
I abandoned you once,
And you were choked by weeds.
I come, later, to partake in your presence.
Now, I lie here, struck down.
I gave you my heart,
And you gave me yours.
You depended on me,
But here you are,
In your bed,
Struggling to survive this life
That I have given you.
I lie, dying.
You have killed me, dearest flower.
Oh, how I wished I had taken better care!
To love you, care for you, nurture you.
But I didn’t, and now I must pay the price.
You have killed me, though none can see proof,
For the proof is inside, where my heart is.
It has stopped, and turned black.
My crime? Not loving you enough.
My payment? My life.
My dearest flower,
I planted you, cultivated you,
Loved you.
And now, I reap what I have sown.
I abandoned you once,
And you were choked by weeds.
I come, later, to partake in your presence.
Now, I lie here, struck down.
I gave you my heart,
And you gave me yours.
You depended on me,
But here you are,
In your bed,
Struggling to survive this life
That I have given you.
I lie, dying.
You have killed me, dearest flower.
Oh, how I wished I had taken better care!
To love you, care for you, nurture you.
But I didn’t, and now I must pay the price.
You have killed me, though none can see proof,
For the proof is inside, where my heart is.
It has stopped, and turned black.
My crime? Not loving you enough.
My payment? My life.
