A rose can not be difined by it's color

Nor can a violet be described it's name

It sweeps you away in cold, dark pain

And a warmth that's exciting, but frightnening 

Only called as Love, that can catch you once but fool you twice

I'll tend to it forever

It weeps and cries and I'll try to make it perfect but I'll fail everytime

We fall deep into it's soul and we fail to crawl ourselves back out

Yet, some stay put and wait

Wait for somone to drag them out of a place they thought of as perfect, but realise it was far from it

It keeps us alive

And it drives us apart

Reckless, yet stupid

We love the pain and agony

And then, we fall for it