As much as we know

A rose is as lovely as can be

Its beauty can be seen from a distance

And fragrance drips from its sweet petals

Roses are yet deadly

Careful, for its thorns will prick your finger

And blood the color of the culprit will flow

Think of roses as the end

End of love, 

End of friendship, 

End of life

We stay underground

And many will wish for one rose

Many will crawl from their hiding place

Just to be deceived by a single flower

Stay strong and hide

Hide for a while

The world is not safe no more

Try to let go of that rose

A memory that leaves a bitter sweet print

All you can do is curl up

And wait for that one bird to do its once more