Do Butterflies Frequent This Garden

Have you ever promised
But lied,
Or maybe not lied,
But didn't follow through;
Which is kind of a lie.
If promises are like flowers,
Then lies are like those
Huge pitcher flowers,
The ones that smell
Like a rotting corpse,
Or maybe that's just the big lies.
Maybe white lies
Are just baby's breath.
No smell,
And they go along with everything.