Roses In The Devil's Garden Poem by Maya Hanson

I hear whistles, vivid, perfect
lovely laughs in the walkways
Captivated by this garden
can't tear away my gaze

The roses bend so easily
to a simple stranger's will
Broken petals on the pavement
I'm unsuspecting still

Splashes of blinding white
among the deep bloodred,
should have warned me
about all the lies you said

The devil's garden told me
to walk on alone with you
The devil's roses fooled me,
bitter liquid smelled like truth

But the roses sing to me
with a tempting breeze
I can't recall these stories
because no one would tell me

Now everything is covered in
a layer of beautiful deceit,
thorns in my throat,
gagging on the sickly sweet