everyone seems to fall for roses
beautiful and scented
but they fail to remember
the sharp thorns that'll hurt

i'm astounded by how
you speak of "love" so easily
for it is too strong a word
to be said this early

little did you know that
i wasn't your red rose
because the longer you wait
the more it shows

my petals fall
and i get duller
even with your love and care
i discolour

don’t trust me too much
you don’t know enough
i could ***** you any time
give you a painful scuff

i'm sorry
but you should've been warned
that every rose
has its own thorn