The rose bush has many roses,
All beautiful and amazing alike.
But the rose bush has thorns.
The thorns can make you bleed,
Soak blood down your skin.
The rose bush surrounds your heart.
It's beautiful but deadly,
Anything that can come close bleeds.
The dark red of the rose can match to my blood,
Dripping down from my skin.
I love you so,
Its beautiful,
But I can't get close to you,
Because you're nothing but a rose bush.