Roses are grey
Violets are brown
but they are still beautiful
as I imagined.

Be careful around poets
For you will read their thoughts
about you covered with figuratives
Which you will consider an art
but a dart at aim it is.

She was the charming of them all
and to protect her flaws
She grew claws
in her stem.

Keeping away from anyone
who dares to pluck her off the garden,

But He plucked her by the petals
twisting her head out,
brutally.