Fire of Roses

 
The sweet female fragrance
Fills my unworthy nose
Followed by flames of arrogance
Sparks the fire of the rose

Every rose is covered in thorns
Protecting itself from others
As each devil masks its horns
Every demon has a mother

Rose’s colors do vary
As do the sins each comment
Every beauty has something scary
With dangerously hidden content

Roses know their own game
Hate watching others gain
What they believe is their fame
Till each rose lives in vain

The fire of roses will always burn
For each are selfish with their desire
None of which they can ever earn
As each calls the other a liar

Using their beauty and scent
To destroy a rival’s hope
Never to feel bad or repent
As they tighten the emotional rope

The fire of roses can only end
When one is finally plucked
Once they have lost their only friend
Will they realize all was fucked.