FYI, I like mini orchids.
Even the prettiest roses have thorns...
But sometimes you just can't resist its charm.
You leave behing all senses of anger and spite.
It's blasphemous, carrying a rose with contempt in your eyes.
You completely forget the fact that the flower has natural defenses of its own,
You were distracted by its petals.
And by the reasons the rose arrived at your palm to begin with.
You hold it, sniff it, and smile a little.
You're gentle, adoring and mesmerized.
... but eventually, you will bleed.
It's a clever rouse after all,
A gift that professes love and all things pretty,
But stings you all the while
And, to top off the ultimate paradox,
You smile and say thank you.
And soon enough,
You're given another
And do it all again.
Cuz, the roses,
They're just so damn pretty.
But sometimes you just can't resist its charm.
You leave behing all senses of anger and spite.
It's blasphemous, carrying a rose with contempt in your eyes.
You completely forget the fact that the flower has natural defenses of its own,
You were distracted by its petals.
And by the reasons the rose arrived at your palm to begin with.
You hold it, sniff it, and smile a little.
You're gentle, adoring and mesmerized.
... but eventually, you will bleed.
It's a clever rouse after all,
A gift that professes love and all things pretty,
But stings you all the while
And, to top off the ultimate paradox,
You smile and say thank you.
And soon enough,
You're given another
And do it all again.
Cuz, the roses,
They're just so damn pretty.