And it was so.
''Embedded'' deep,
Those roots sown curling in carnal fervour.
But with self-indulgent lust wandering off in places,
Just like a lazy pollen seed in breeze.
Your want wavers, but
''Only occasionaly so my ''love'' ''
I twisted and squirmed in deaths discomfort,
As your definiton of 'immortal' words
Oozed, from your fragmented jaw and tri-boned head.

Promises you planted, In the form of a flower,
The perfext Orchid,
Just for me.

Didn't you know though?
Time reshapes everything,
Including your minds warehouse.
Faithfulness grows bored after a time.
And what follows,
Is only what is to be.

So don't you know?
The red eyed picture will be discarded.
I'll be a distant figment of the past, I'll be
The forgotten Lily, drooping her head in misery.
The bitter Rose, thornier than ever known.
The common Daisy, too average to be treasured.

So don't wait on the miracle that isn't coming,
And uproot your lie.
Uproot the seemingly immortal 'Perfect Orchid'
I know its secret anyway.

Because I know it's only a cheap, plastic replica
Of all your fantasy deemed reality.
And I know Spring doesn't last 5 years,
Just waiting for you, to bloom.