Roses

How innocent roses look

How very interesting they are

They lure you in 

Make you crave them with their color

Encourage you to reach for them

And just when you finally grab them 

They bite you 

Pricking your fingers with their thorns

I find them very similar to people 

Meant to be admired from afar 

They show you their beauty 

Seducing you with their traits and smiles 

But the moment you get to close

They'll prick you with their defenses

It'll take a brave person 

To grab hold of them 

And carefully shed their walls

So they they can be admired more closely 

More intimately then from afar  

And just like roses there will come a day 

When their beauty will fade 

And their petals will wither die 

And all that will be left is the memory of their beauty 

And the holes left upon your skin

Yes roes look so innocent

Just like you did

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Well, well, it seems you've come across the wrong set of flowers. Or perhaps we have been taught wrong? We have all been taught that roses are beautiful, but has there been no one who asks why they spread so many pedals? What holds inside such bundle of wings? Shed one by one, until we reach the center. Perhaps there lies the true beauty. Its thorns? For those who only seek the external beautesque, I believe, roses too have gotten tired of such fake handlers, therefor, luring those who seek outer beauty away, and incensing those who truly see beneath the beautiful...........

Or maybe its just me :/

[M]

For some reason when I saw your review I thought it was going to be something bad but then I began to read it and I realized how silly I was to make such wild assumptions when I read it to find a piece of poetry of it's own entirety. Thank you for the review.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

I apologize for the scare :)