Love's just like poison,
And it branches out quickly like vine.
The fruit that it produces,
Will always be mine.
It's buoyant nectar,
Proclaims the true vision.
And just one drop of hate,
Makes a deadly collision.
I keep on watering,
This lovelorn plantation.
While this ill will I feel,
Is just an aphrodisia filled sensation.
And the leaves start to crumble,
Like my fragile heart,
While the fruit, it dwindles away,
And soon we depart.
The sunshine becomes lethal,
To my feeble creation.
And all of my emotions now rest,
In perpetuum damnation.
And it branches out quickly like vine.
The fruit that it produces,
Will always be mine.
It's buoyant nectar,
Proclaims the true vision.
And just one drop of hate,
Makes a deadly collision.
I keep on watering,
This lovelorn plantation.
While this ill will I feel,
Is just an aphrodisia filled sensation.
And the leaves start to crumble,
Like my fragile heart,
While the fruit, it dwindles away,
And soon we depart.
The sunshine becomes lethal,
To my feeble creation.
And all of my emotions now rest,
In perpetuum damnation.