Maria. (feat. Maria Rose)

When my favourite flower was still a rose,
She was the brightest red.
Her crimson lips could paint
The blushes on my cheeks.

I thought I had been seen,
A craving for the candy.
And they never told me
People grab the nearest shell
When they drowned in their own hell.

When my favourite colour was no longer red,
The time I finally breathed,
I woke up, trapped
In a garden full of bloody desperation—
A maze with hills of roses,
Where all the roads lead to her
And only to her.

Braided dreams in her hand,
A siren in my head.
Run while you still can;
There is no crochet but a viper’s net.

I wondered if it was a false alarm
From the same old demon under my bed.
But I was too old to risk,
Too scared to believe,
Too hurt to try.
Pain and stained,
My heart fainted.

When my favourite person was another lesson,
At least I had known seasons:
Rightful summer and soothing winter.
A surprise fall brought me a blooming spring.