I have made a mistake you see,
Captivated by the beauty of a rose.
Deceived by the pricks and thorns.
For to love a rose is a death wish,
But we still do.
The sensation of suffering so unknown to many,
Because beauty comes with a price.
To have your heart r i p p e d
Out of your chest
You can’t even take a slight second
The pain that envelopes your lungs so fiercely
Is that worth your rose?