apple
cut the apple open
you took out all the seeds
the skin was bloody red
but you thought that it was green
ate it just like adam
i pray now that you’re cursed
i let you in my garden
and now i am submersed
do you see how my blood stains?
seeping from the core
entrance to a garden
doesn’t mean you own its doors
the apple wasn’t bad
i convinced myself it was
scrubbed it to be clean
but i could never rinse the suds
picked it and you sliced it
even sharpened up the knife
the apple of your eye
and then you took its life
do you see the way it lays there?
helpless and confused
asking to keep growing
just to be picked by you
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