Beauty hid in petals
Grotesque intentions are what lies
Nothing more than to damage me
Guilt or sex to fornicate your mind
Not a wife but an object
Mesmerized by colors
Smell sweet putting me at ease
Confess times, ignore warning signs
Destroying my belief
Something might be pure in heart
It means deception to the core
Grew to despise the thought
Of anyone ever giving me flowers
Always wondering the intent beneath
I settle until I die
Flower me no more