This rose has nothing but thorns left
All of it’s petals have been picked off
Pilfered by those mesmerized by its beauty
Not intrigued by the inner workings of this masterpiece
The interface and putter aesthetics enticed people to this rose.
But they never looked deep into its soul
So now when curious beings draw close
It’s thorns sharpen and. Stretch
Digging deep into their skin
Deflecting them from its gaze
This rose has lost its petals
And in turn has focused on its thorns.
No more allowing those that only with to pluck this rose to steal the beauty within its heart
This rose, as red and vibrant and radiant as it was
Has lost its petals