WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ROSE
I REACH OUT TO TOUCH IT
BUT SILLY ME
I GRAB IT BY THE THORNS EVERY TIME
MY GRASP IS TOO TIGHT
BLOOD IS ALL I SEE
I WANTED A HANDFUL OF BEAUTY AND
ALL I GOT WAS A HANDFUL OF PAIN
TELL ME HOW IS THIS FAIR
FOR I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
-mariah j. pellino