Skin

You wouldn't imagine a ray of sunshine like me

Would be coming to hurt you.

A glamorous treasure filled with wicked behavior.

You see the rose, but ignore the thorns until they rip your skin, cut your lips, and drain your veins of cerise.

By then it's too late, you were cheated.

Dying to win you strike back, but fall into my fair arms.

My embrace warms you, and once attracted to Aphrodite you will find your hands bound to lust.

Tricked with beauty, you miss a step and twist your ankle.

Beauty cuts your wrist, shaves your legs into nothing, and wears your ribs on display.

Its achievement grants it popularity but hides the tongue that curses, and knives that stab.

Like a chocolate covered poison, its appeal lasts as long as you survive.

The living pity the ugly, but who was remembered for being ugly.

And who is remembered for charity and kindness?