Her Deadly Rose Garden

  She is beautiful just like her roses
  But they all have thorns
  Yet still he imposes
  She forewarns...

  These roses have different colors
  Each with a different meaning
  One more diverse than the other
  Oh, how she wishes he stops intervening.

  Her heart and roses are so two-faced

  An insincere red rose that is so ravishing
  It portrays her bold passion and ugly rage
  Nonetheless, it remains captivating
  He pricks his finger upon it's thorn, he's trap in a merciless cage.

  A hollow yellow rose, seeming almost hypnotic
  It depicts her cheerful energy and cynical nature
  However, he sees it as an narcotic
  He pricks his finger upon its thorn, unaware of the danger.

  A deceitful blue rose looking too blissful
  It illustrates her peaceful tranquility and frigid demeanor
  It's brittle state keeps him hopeful 
  He pricks his finger upon its thorn, he's hit by a dreadful fever.

  A hypocritical purple rose glances threateningly
  It represents her immaturity, she's confined to a infernal prison
  It comes forth with its thorns menacingly
  He pricks his finger upon its thorn, he's infected by its poison.
 
  A faithless green rose grows tense
  It characterizes her vitality, it's fragrance tightens her throat
  It cowers and raises it's defense
  He pricks his finger upon its thorn, could it be an antidote?

  A dismal grey rose lacks concern
  It delineates her indecisiveness, she becomes unfeeling
  It shows mild aggression, when will he learn
  He pricks his finger upon its thorn, what is it that she's concealing?

  A misunderstood black rose, be wary, its something to behold
  Its shows her mystery, should he dare to flee
  It sneers, her heart turns cold
  He pricks his finger upon its thorn, dead he surely be.

  Her heart and roses are so two-faced

  He missed that one rose throughout the violence...
  That was tucked away from his sight
  A hopeful, untouched white rose remains silent
  She holds onto it with all her might.