See the
flawless rose,
Scarlet
velvet
Bleeding
beauty.
She smiles
at the sun,
Glowing
Endlessly
smiling.
Her
crimson petals
Hide her
thorns
And her
pain.
She is
nothing more
Than a
false angel.
Look
closer at the perfect flower.
See beyond
her concealing petals,
Look past
the beguiling blush.
See what
is really there.
Watch as
in your gaze,
Her petals
fade.
The red
slips away like a whisper
To be
replaced
With
decaying clouded grey
And
death-like black.
Her
protection starts to crumble
And her
petals
Like the
leaves in autumn
Fall into
pale lacework
Pierced by
her own thorns.
She is no
longer beautiful.
Your gaze
was unwittingly
The frost
to wither a rose.
You did
not know that to look too close
Was to
destroy an angel.
As a rose
myself,
I think
that even had you known,
It would
not have mattered to you.
Some
people like to tear down
Flawless
false angels.
Some
people would deliberately
Pick apart
a beautiful lie,
Just to
see what lay behind.
Here lies
a rose.
Smudged
and dirty grey.
Her smile
no longer lights the sun,
Her petals
no longer glimmer in the evening.
See what
you have done
To the
flawless rose
Of scarlet
velvet.
