Roses have sharp thorns
If handled wrong
One shall get pricked
Though if held correctly
One can admire the roses beauty
Some will not know how
And will watch from afar
To swoon at the roses beautiful
Bright red as a rose could be
One stood out from the rest
This rose had blood dripping blood
From its thorns
And down its petals
Falling to the ground
Into a pool of blood
Of past victims lying underneath
Though the rose did not know
How to tell people how to handle it
It was delicate
But also dangerous
There are flowers
That are safer for one to pick
Though people have a tendency
To fall prey to a beautiful
Sweet smelling rose
No matter the color
Even if the beauty is dangerous
Sadly to say
I wish I did not fall prey
To the alluring woman
That can be compared
To a fair rose
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoëzieWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
