Love hurts like a rose, <br />Seeming instantly attractive, <br />It too has it's thorns. <br />They hurt, they sting and burn, <br />they rip and burn. <br /> <br />The rose drinks the blood from you, <br />Constantly thirsting, never sleeping, <br />Morbidly deceptive and inconsistent <br />in it's beauties, in it's charms. <br />Always demanding the center <br />of attention, of affection. <br /> <br />What is wrong with hate? with sadness? <br />These never betray you, they never thirst <br />for more, happy with what they have. <br />Who wants love? <br /> <br /> - Everyone-<br /><br />Ciaran Quirke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-hurts-like-a-rose/
