I was walking down an old road
and I decided to rest
Behold, a rose,
snuggled there in the grass
The beauty was too much
for I quick to touch
With a slight *****
Behold, a thorn,
hidden behind that leaf,
The blood started to drip
as I looked down on that rose,
I had been too distracted
by the outside beauty
Too quick to judge,
not yet taken in reality
Now I walk away
my sore thumb throbbing,
remembering next time to think
of what's on the inside, a bit more
because it's not always what you bargained for