S2 — The Poisoned Blossom


Pink petals falling like rain
Spring breeze whispering your name
A scholar in white, standing so near
Softly stealing all my fear


You say you are my cure, my warm tea
A twist of fate, meant to be
In this garden where the shadows play
I wish this moment could stay… and stay…


But why did the bird lose its song
Why does your shadow stretch so long
My heartbeat stumbles, not from love
The sky turns grey above…


“Why fear happiness being short…”
“Some blossoms are not blessings…”
“…But fangs… that choose their prey.”