• Love is evil Like a rose.
    Its beauty,
    smell ,
    and redness tricks you into
    picking one,
    as you say in your mind
    pull,
    pull,
    pull.
    you can't wait to pick one , but as soon as you try
    its thorns hurt you like you tripped and got hurt.
    As your dark and red blood drips and tears drop too,
    You think love is evil Like a rose