Roses are so beautiful

With red and white petals 

But they also hurt

With those prickly thorns on the sage green vines

Roses come in bundles or alone

You always want roses and never care about their thorns

You grab one and it pricks you

But you keep going after them knowing each time it will hurt

What is it about roses? 

You can’t pull away from their beauty 

Their sweet yet so painful beauty

You never care how much it hurts

You get bundles and bunches

But once the flowers droop because you no longer care

Because they lose that red and it goes to black

And the white goes to brown

Those sage green vines stiffen as well as its thorns 

You want to discard of them but they hurt you even more

They become angry but they don’t want you either

They never did

Roses 

Of red and white

Roses

Of sage green vines and thorns

They hurt

But their beauty is irresistible 

You never learn how painful they truly are

Until your mouth fills with flowers

And your wrist wrapped in the vines

And thorns tighten around your throat

But yet you

still find them beautiful

Roses