Tread gently,
Oh! they aren’t roses;
The red is my blood.
Tread gently,
This isn’t sunshine on riverbed
But the ruptures in my heart.
Tread gently,
For many before, have trampled
These tender dreams.
Tread gently,
For another bruise
Will burst my heart.
Tread gently,
Over this multitude of hopes
Lest their light shall burn out.
So tread gently,
Through this maze of my heart
If you want my trust.

-Iflah Laraib