You captured me with your bright colours
Your soft petals created a sweet allure
You pricked me once but I brushed it aside
Trapped in a hypnotized gaze, all I did was abide

The Roses burnt up and the petals died
Soon the truth sprung from the lies
Your thorns continued with their cuts
A slow death by a thousand cuts

Your touch became venomous
To a point that I no longer craved an us
Are you beautiful? Sure, you are—
But a beauty best admired from afar