Roses are mostly red
Violets are blue and hijacked by
A thousand pretty girls,
Surrounded by fragrant glow sticks
Riding on unicorns down rainbows
With cotton candy wings.
Roses are thorny, bloodthirsty things,
Wrapped up in soft petals to trick you
And once in your hand,
They’re ready to feed
On freshly cut open hearts
Worn right there on sleeves.