Poor little yellow flower

It can't see

Through the quaks of the ducks and

The droplets of rain

That just down the bay there are

Other yellow flowers

Waving and swaying for it to

See

But our poor little yellow flower

Can only see the

Dirt

You

Were the stars twinkling

in my sky.

The sun that lit

my day.

You

ensnared my heart in your

sharp fingered

grip.

My

every waking thought

revolved,

like a junky moon.

But you,

taught me against trust.

And you,

taught me to fear.

Because you,

tainted my love.

Blemished the warm pot with your

inky lies and

poisoned smile.

You

taught me to live by the light

of the moon.