a piece so rare, you cant find it in a bouquet.

you know she's filled with millions of thorns equipped to torment you. But her scent lingers and tempts to get you closer and closer until you find the bush she's hiding in. And when you do, your eyes savor that you get obsessed upon the radiant red existing in a pool of green. You caress the rose not minding how much of a tortured being you are when you get close. You're swimming in blood yet you know that you love.