Smile sweet widow

Spread your soul upon the window

Who would have thought that you dared to ever

Rather than poison, dream of nectar.


We were the premise of design

Just never allowed our chance to shine;

Were you ever the petals on the flower

Or the one the moth had once admired?


I shudder as I ask, "Where were they?"

Even as your wings were torn away.

"They were never mine," your words were spoken.

"It's just another promise broken."


So you wore your heart like an open gate

Only to realize an hour too late

That the world holds scorn for honesty,

And revels in the wing-like accessory.