mariana

Naked in a warm wind

her house surrendered to your storm

Whisper sweetly, lies or truth

Oh, Mariana

she can’t tell the difference when she looks at you

Someone somewhere should have told her as a child

good things to those who can trust implicitly, love comes easily

there’s power in fragility

But one after another, she watched them hit the ground

so what more do they know than she?

Would that she could, waste a goodbye

give her blood sweat and tears

to find out if they are moments or years

If you must fight the urge to stray

she must fight herself to stay

Oh, Mariana

she’ll fall for pretense

she’ll call him a friend

she knows how it ends