A Beautiful Package

I close my eyes
and watch roses bloom
I smile at its beauty
and it becomes my vanity


I planted them for their petals
smooth and scented
Never knew it comes in a package
with thorns equipped for wreckage


I close my eyes
and watch fear bloom
With thorn so real
and petals so pale


I planted them for a purpose
sharp and serrated
For actions destined to bleed
in colors what i need


I open my eyes
and there are traces left
Of fear and confusion
thorns comes in a package, Red Roses on top.