Out of reach.
Beautiful but ruined.
One petal burnt while another ripped.
But a rose it what I see.
A beautiful rose.
Wilted and stepped on.
Through sun and ran,
Through life and death.
Afraid to touch it, You may break it.
But you want it,
You cant deny, It is temping.
Maybe you can heal it,
But afraid you'll hurt it.
Can you reach it? Will you even try?
Just stare.
Akward silence.
Beautiful rose.
One petal after another,
Gracefully floating away.
Leave it Peacefully.
