Ruined Apples
Ruined Apples
Red on white
I watch your hands slice through skin
You offered me a bite
Of the poisoned apple called love
And I cannot go back
I am lost in following
The sweet, fresh flavor
That is always fleeting
Just another slice
One more taste
Crimson on white
I chase after the feeling
But all is consumed
Bruised skin is left
I don't like apples anymore
They now taste bitter to me.
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