The Apple
An apple could represent love,
And make a harsh statement on your mind
For it’s poisonous on the left side,
And golden on the right
It’s a chance we take,
With a blindfold around your eyes
It seems that the apple is pure,
But deadly on the other side
I was scared for so long,
That I would have the vile side
And end up plaguing my heart
And leaving my emotions to die
The apple tree stays beautiful
Filled with fruit and standing tall
But not all of the apples were perfect,
Because one of the apples would fall
Now with your blindfold,
Wrapped around your eyes too tight
They told you to hold your breath
Breathe in, and take a bite.
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