A rose

A rose,
Red and pure.
Looking like a gift from God.

Too pretty to touch.
Looking beautiful and harmless.
But it’s not.

A rose.
Its petals untouched.
Something you must never change.

Innocent in its beauty.
Which makes you happy.
A feeling that’s strange.

A rose.
A little color in a field of gray.
Too pretty to just watch.

A beautiful red rose.
The temptation is getting stronger.
But is it worth to touch?

A rose.
Smelling nice and sweet.
A smell that lingers.

But a rose.
Has thorns too.
And I feel the blood flowing down my fingers.