Flowers aren't plants

Flowers aren't plants, they're raw and organic, they're people, the bud it their pupil oh and roses aren't red, they just bleed because love hurts they love the sun and the breeze, the night moon and the stars and hate the winter and related to the trees they just bleed because love hurts they stand strong and they lean, resilient as you and me, their beauty comes from what's underneath they just bleed because love hurts they spring from the earth thru a seed, a deeply rooted birth, water helps them grow and breath, magnetically attractive to the birds and the bees that's why they bleed because love hurts A crazy life lived on the edge because I willingly put love first Memories painted within my head that I emotionally smother So hope can't be dead because it arises from the dirt oh and, Roses aren't Red they just bleed because love hurts