Loving the Thorns

The beautiful rose is quite misleading So red the color, red so bleeding So sweet the smell unique, familiar As if I've felt this way before Something in me keeps repeating Lovers I can't cease from needing Requests that I can't cease from pleading Requests of having pain no more Two halves included in everything Like the beautiful rose, a sign of spring Taking the good means taking the bad But I find I want it even more Addicted to the ever-stinging sting A rose is lovely, but the stem is king No matter the beauty it will bring The rose's thorns will leave you sore