Apple of His Eye

I was the apple of his eye, Each time he looked at me, His eyes would gleam and glitter, I was not sure what went through his mind, Each time he smiled when looking at me, But I didnt mind, I knew my tender to be kind. I was the apple of his eye, And he wanted me to be ripe, He took care of me with ***** jealousy, At the moment it seemed an act so nice, I would grow and he would show me off to the rest, Saying that in all the apples on his tree, I was his best, the apple of his eye. I was the apple of his eye, And as soon as I was ripe, He wanted a bite, He wanted to know how I taste, He wanted to consume me, He wanted to eat me all up. I was the apple of his eye, And suddenly the pride and satisfaction that filled his face when he looked at me, Were replaced with a disturbing gleam of greed. His bloodshot eyes, His popped up veins, His evil grin as he stretched his hand, Reached up the tree, Twisted, plucked and bit me... Aah:( Ate up half and threw the rest of me to the ground, For me to rot, He now knew how I tasted, And that's all he wanted...from the apple of his eye.