• If I were flower, I'd be a rose.
    My fragrance and beauty would attract those,
    From the nears and the throes.
    But I shall not be disturbed,
    By man nor bird.
    For, underneath these beautiful petals,
    Lies mysteries and riddles.
    So think twice, my curious friends,
    Because this is were my story ends,
    There are no more secrets,
    No more regrets,
    So I warn you!
    Be wise, and careful to keep your intentions hidden
    For you may find yourself bleeding and bed ridden.