I've always admired roses
But not for their color
There's something about them
That i haven't yet discovered
Yet everyone tells me
That im looking in to deep
That it is just a flower
Just a little prize you can keep
But yet there is something special
About the roses that you see
And its not about the petals
Its about the thorns to me
It ouzzled me how something
So beautiful and rare
Can cut you so deep
And you wouldn't even care.