Beware the petals of which you pluck,
as though the stalk may have the thorns,
the petals can cut sharper than any thorn
may go instead.
  
For beauty is an illusion that can hide a
worse fate, to lie on a bed of petals a
thousand paper cuts dilute you innocence
lying  on a layer of silk knifes.
  
I would have taken the thorns any day,
as they show you what they are. Instead of
hiding the secrets within beauty more trouble
for the unwise who fear the thorns.

Though it is the petals that have the deppest cut instead.