grey flowers of pain

         
yesterday wept          
on tomorrow's flowers        
nourishing blossoms of pain        
         
they opened their faces        
to the light of false hope     
being firmly planted          
in the beds of denial        
         
they're grey in color        
representing my uncertain future        
a truthful sun          
never to shine upon them        
         
instead a liars moon          
causes them to bloom in the shadows          
         
where raindrops of sorrow        
infuse them with
the most vibrant shade
of what if?        
i've ever seen        
         
i pick them chanting        
he loves me, he loves me not        
it's a love of forever        
or maybe not        
         
lies stain my lips        
i wonder if regret          
penetrates the passion          
of liars not caught yet        
         
i choke down honesty        
afraid of the fallout        
in torment i dig my very own grave        
         
to be adorned          
with little grey flowers          
little flowers of shame