love is a tree,with brittle roots,but deciet bears bitter fruits.
a poisoned apple from which we ate,forms in our mouthes a bitter taste.
doomed upon a quickend lance,eyes that pierce-a subtle glance.
rotton vile was our love,that decayed from our first touch.
as when our lips taste the skin,of blood then bone and back again.
in the heart a fire stirs,but in the loins is where it burns.
charred to blackend smoke and ash,kindles feelings from the past.
and long at last yet over due,in my heart i feel for you.
not of love or hate i bear,anger-pain-or loss-dispair.
maybe deep inside is grief,or could it be i feel relief.
it seems i was at loss for words,once confused but now i'm sure.
when you left i would deny,that you said the words GOODBYE.
it took a while to overcome,i came to terms that you were gone.
thru the time you were away,and suddenly came back to me.
though it was quite a shock,you told me 'please,i want to talk'.
as i looked you in your eyes,my silent words soon made you cry.
i took your hand and kissed your lips,and in your ear i whispered this......
'please just go you had your chance,and never could i want you back,
your empty words and crafted lies,i'd rather soon just watch you die.
i'd smash the windows to your soul,and close your eyes you'll die alone.
to me your only living death,your seconds from your final breath.
i'll crush the plane which you exist,before i subject myself to this.
i'd rather burn your life away,and place remains in shallow graves.
yes my dear this may seem harsh,but i'm the one you've torn apart.
did you think you'd be with me,once again so easily?
but perhaps one day you'll see,that your the one who was deceived.
not for a second in your life,would i ever claim you mine.
you walked away from my embrace,without a thought a hurried pace.
where you went and where you go,i never really cared to know.
but now you here from painful ends,seeking for my love again.'
i heard her softly say my name,then in her chest i heave the blade.
deep in her heart i twist the knife,and said'thats how i feel inside.'
she laid her head upon my chest,and closed her eyes as she would rest.
i place her gently in a chair,i brushed her cheek and stroked her hair.
i lean down and place a kiss ,on those soft and luscious lips.
she opened her eyes a dreamy gaze,and once again she said my name.
'just let go,' i gently spoke,and she replied 'my heart is broke,
unto you ,you've done to me,' and smiled at the irony.
she closed her eyes and held her breath,anticipition of her death.
upon the wall i watch the clock,at 1:12 her heart had stopped.
i release her hand when she died,i walked away and said GOODBYE.
but for a moment i turned back,and placed an apple in her lap.
as a symbol-what once was,of a dead forgotten love.......Dedicated to My dear Octavia. By whom my heart was rejected. When I said I loved you...I promise I meant it.