The urge to do things not good for oneself, always wanting what is high upon the Shelf.
There are reasons these items are Out Of Reach, taking of them a lesson they shall teach.
These things entice with their Shimmer and shine, all I want is to make them mine.
All That Glitters Is Gold, what age were you when this you were told.
As the devil has his horns, so does the beautiful roses have thorns.
Things you weren’t meant to have, like a Band-Aid to your salve
This is a feeling not real, these Band-Aids cannot heal.
Keep your eyes focused in front of you to say the least, temptation it is a Beast.
Jill L. Ware
Our Roses Were Yellow 