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The tears and the emotion
The misplaced devotion
The realization that your my heart can't feel

A flower that grows out of spite
Deceives all with it beauty so bright
A beauty with the power to kill

As I did lay in the field the flower came to me
My eyes were full of its charm.. it was all I could see

As the flower spoke to me I listened intently
The words of the flower came so gently

He asked if he could rest his pedal on my hand
I said yes without foreseeing what he had planned

As he spoke I was entranced and his vines weaved up my arm
I let him weave even further for his vines did me no harm

My eyes were fixed upon his pedals of grace
As the field and the trees vanished...just him in their place

I took in a sharp breath after glancing down at my arm
My skin was no longer visible...I was covered with his charm

It frightened me so deeply to know I couldn't see my skin
But his words came to caress and calm me once again

He calmed me so thoroughly that his vines wrapped around my heart
My guard no longer existed and my resistance fell apart

Right as my heart began beating for the two of us as one
His vines grew vicious thorns and my heartbeat came undone

I screamed out in pain as blood spilled from my chest
My heart had been ripped open and my love became suppressed

I died in the field that day with his vines covering my skin
My question still remains....why did I so readily let him in?

A flower that grows out spite
Deceives all with it's beauty so bright
A beauty with the power to kill

                ~Dia~  1/ 4 & 5/ 05