I sit on a bench,
One by a babbling brook,
And ponder a time when
My heart beat for you;
A smile bloomed
At the mere sound
Of your harmonious coo -
And I, the lost, was found
But in turn, was doomed.
You branded this heart
With that playful grin,
And left a devastating mark,
One laced with sin;
Mystery and pain
Follow in your wake,
For I wish to tame
That which causes me to break.
My demonic dream,
I still think of you fondly,
For you leave a soft gleam
Which leaves me haunted;
Flourish in your world,
You beautiful black dahlia,
And I will remember the hurt
With a loving nostalgia.
