Smile sweet widow

Spread your soul upon the window

Who would have thought that you dared to ever

Rather than poison, dream of nectar.

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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?

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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."

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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.