Beautiful and delicate, giving off a sweet aroma, intoxicating the naive. Like a rose, you are dangerous. Preying on the innocent with false smiles and deceiving looks. Not everything meets the eye. You engulf the ignorant in a dark abyss of unlawful hopes and desires. You trick them, like the monster you are. Like a rose, you don't know how you lie. When looking at a rose, you stare at the beauty, not the danger. Thorns sneak up and ***** your finger, drawing out your precious red, plentiful fountain of life. However, without it's petals, it would be nothing but a thorned stem. Like you, your nothing without your lies. The rose loses it's beauty and alluring scent, and you lose your looks and charm. Underneath, you are just a hungry thorn on a stem, waiting toget a trickle of blood upon your tip.