A Friend's Betrayal

A naive child crosses a beautiful rose,
It just stood there elegantly.
So harmless with the wind it flows
She wanders around eying it gently.

Thinking: "It must be safe to touch."

As she grasp it,
Drops of blood trickled on the ground.

Some friends are harmless.
Some just looks harmless,
But their just like a rose.
Beautiful to look at,
When you touch it
The thorns become visible
It'll simply sting your skin.