Every rose has its thorns

Behind its sweet smell, vibrant colors, and soft petals lies something sharp

A single prick can leave you bleeding

But falling into the bush can leave you crushed

Watch for the roses, I say 

You never know what their true intentions are

One day they will give you the love you long for and desire for

The next they will leave bleeding on the floor

Stained red for the bloody hearts left behind

The smell draws you in, making you desire and long for more

Its tempting aroma tells you to take a bite

Only for you to taste the poison in your mouth

Sure your dreams will come true

But for how long

Sure they say they love you

But do they mean it

Masters of hiding their true thorns, and getting what they want

But one thing people forget

Is every rose cut from a bush will eventually die

Wilting away till they are replaced and thrown away

Watch for the roses, I say

For every rose has its thorns