I am not a rose

 I do not rise with seemingly sparkling staggering
beauty to lure
Rooted in the soul of life's motionless rim
But truly out and about to hunt those who seem to care
Those whose eyes shimmer with innocent emeralds
I am not a rose My appearance does not hide my identity
Pink purple pitch piercing sights of might
Shouting for undeserved attention
... Only to grip grab and get rid of those it captures
Then bury in time's tomb- a rotten womb
I am not a rose As age demolishes and erodes flesh
Who I am is not devoured
I do not turn green, brown and die
But to the marrow of my bone, I remain true
I am not a rose I do not stand to pretend
To make areas seem to be what they're not
My feet are not planted in the coffin of deceit
I am not a rose

MalieZ