Roses are beautiful,
so does love.
It comes in different colors,
so does love
sometimes as vibrant as red,
so does love
or as youthful as pink,
so does love
or as innocent as white
so does love
but it also has
its thorns -
its flaws,
and
eventually...
it'll wither
*unfortunately
so does love
Young love of the young blood - love ain't gonna be as youthful as you are, young love is best love there is for me; with all the innocence and ignorance a young blood could have, you could freely love - but in the end someone's gotta be hurt, someone's gotta let go, and someone's gotta hold on to its thorns and overcome its flaws, love will hit you like a truck - and you can do no'n about it.