rose
with soft petals
smelling sweet
cuts you with razor thorns
till you bleed

The same
sun
shining brightly
in the azure sky
burns you in no time

The same
tree
growing crimson, golden leaves
and canopies all around you
detaches and grows bare
in the cold autumn air

The same
lips
spreading moist, warm kisses
mouths off to you lies
the same
arms
holding you in the night
flail at you
the same
hand
cupping a pretty face
curls into a fist
and hits you like a ton of bricks