I haven't really written anything in awhile and I felt like just writing down words. So, this poem doesn't really have a meaning, but I like having fun with creative sentences.
To cut those who play around with beautiful things
Roses have thorns to poison the unsuspecting traveler
Who takes the path that no one dares to journey
Beautiful things have their traps and lies and hidden truths
Disguised, masked with vibrant colors and smooth array
They drench themselves in thick, deceitful paint
Fictional words leak out of the shadows of their pedals
Guile and fable tales blanket their stem and roots
That will deeply lock even the most alert mortal creature
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