The Rose Bush

Misplaced affection steals my heart
It hides in a delicate looking bush
Quaint and colorful, full of life
Red, white and green envelope my vision

As I creep closer, I am met with a fragrance
One that drives deep into my senses
A passion one cannot hope to contain
It takes me prisoner, and I hardly struggle.

The closer I get as it reels me in
I see what may be needles in the thicket
And as my hand grasps for a flower
I wince in foolish agony.

For I was mistaken at first glance
This bush hides a terror
Far outweighing its splendor
And I recoil, my hope now razed.

 

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