Roses are best red
Thorns prick your skin
The red blood that flows
Through your body
Slowly, pours out
A child would not understand
Why something so sweet
Could be so wicked,
But yet could cause so much harm
A tear might roll down their check
For how could something that resembles love
Hurt you, with its sweet poison
Yet your drawn toward its beauty
Even though it hurts
This is why it resembles love
