Love hurts, that's what they say
It hurts in the best of ways and the worst
But why do some things hurt more than others?
Why does a bee landing only tickle,
But the loss of a petal feels like misery?
Why am I seen as a symbol of love?
Is it because I'm the same color of a heart?
Because I'm pretty and pretty things are given to pretty people?
It's peculiar to me why I have so much influence over people
I have the power to hurt as well as heal them
To create happiness and cause heartbreak
How I get sent in a dozen to someone to reassure love,
But a wreath of me means that a girl just lost her mother?
How can a rose like me create such emotion?
I'm just a flower with thorns
A bunch of petals on a stem
Maybe it's because I'm delicate
The fear that I can be crushed so quickly
Because I die within a week from being cut from my home
Maybe it tells people to cherish what they have
How anything can happen to them too
Maybe that's why I was put on the Earth
Maybe that's why God sent me here
I'm elegant and graceful, yet I have these thorns that can draw blood
I guess that's the irony, huh
The fact that love hurts
Deal with it