Deceiving Rose
Destructive rose with your thorns
Elegance deserving to be forlorn
Stabbing those who hold you close
Deceiving those who love you most
Called by any other name, just as sweet?
How about betraying, beguiling, or disaster to complete
Lonely rose, receiving love
Yet only reciprocating with sharp pointed shove
Then someone reaches out
Reality piercingly clear
You're certainly lovely
But never loving, my dear
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