Forbidden Fruit

 Love is a poison,
Growing quick like a vine.
The fruit it produces
Will always be mine.

Its bittersweet nectar
Reveals the true vision.
Just one drop of hate,
Makes a deadly collision.

I continue water,
This love sick plantation.
The hatred we feel
Is a lust filled sensation.

As the leaves turn brittle
Like my delicate heart,
The fruit shrivels up.
And soon we depart.

The sunlight is fatal
To our sickly creation.
Emotion now rests,
In eternal damnation.