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.