love is just like roses beautiful and enthralling it enchants you and puts you under a spell just like a siren's calling roses are romantic they look perfect in every way but don't be tricked by the outer shell because you'll find out their flaws one day how lovely roses can be you almost never notice the thorns at first the roses, they're always hopeless romantics they've been led to the same conclusion: love is cursed but sometimes the roses wither 'till they don't look so pretty anymore because they will trust you enough to show you the truth their mask dropped to the floor you try to take care of them water them with all the love they need make sure they haven't withered yet but their spikes leave you to bleed and that's when you realize those dreadful thorns they make it so hard to finally be loved you learn that in the past, they've pretended to be the perfect person just to be pushed and shoved and no matter how much they don't mean to hurt you they always leave your skin torn oh how beautiful roses are yet no one gets passed the thorns
