The Only Rose

Scrape the skin from my body
Pile it up and burn it down
Take these ashes and do what you will
Make me like you – perfect.
You’re painted like the sunset
You slain my eyes, you’re my bleeding Novocain
Yet it makes my stomach churn
To taste your agate eyes
Makes my veins like willows
I put my thoughts of you
Every night under my pillow
In hopes that they come true
And when the sun falls on this gray world
I wake in horror – it’s over
But then the thought comes
I have found the only rose
Without a single thorn