Apples can come in all shapes and sizes,
Two apples they are not the same,
See one and it's in your hand before it realizes,
Choosing the right one is part of the game,
They can look so sweet from where you sit,
But once you bite into that rotten part,
It changes your whole perception of it,
And can send and arrow through your heart,
To me I'm an apple not wholly bad,
To you the shiniest and most delectable you'd seen,
Sadly more bitter than you what thought you had,
But with time to ripen fit for my queen.
For apples to be we are both bruised,
We have been hurt and reduced,
Some visible, and some I denied the clues,
Yet together us perfectly flawed apples have fused,
Like a pair that only comes in a dual pack,
Still we cannot unfeel what we have felt,
Nor take back the damage i have dealt.
I vow to bring us back on track.
Let me be your sun,
Your source of growth,
Your only one,
So hear my oath.
I will be your love, your inspiration,
Like the apple of your first impression,
We will roll down hills and across nations,
For this is the long run and not a single session.
I see now that we could endure any weather
From stormy oceans to scorching heat
And one day i hope our seeds grow a tree together
That no other apple could possibly beat.
So long have I had
a craving for apples
But wherever I look
all the apples have dents
that flaw their once-perfect skin
They're all the same
But one day
one apple in particular
caught my eye
It had perfect skin
It was the prettiest,
most shiniest apple you've ever seen
"Eat me", it said
And as hunger got the best of me
and I took a bite
I realized that it was a rotten apple
On the inside
Were they supple and
Were they sweet
Beneath our feet.
Orchard wild and
As light as air.
Was it nice and
Was it kind
To hold that orchard
In my mind.
Mem'ry sure and
Soft fruit and bough
Bears thought of you.
if you find a worm in your apple, you'll throw it away.
but there are still good parts.
the worm's only in one place.
some people are just too afraid to try the apple again.
we all have worms,
and the question is,
are you too afraid that you'll find mine?
Slice the apple
And billion others
They are getting brown
Why don't you eat it?
You are busy
Carving red-brownish swans
Snow White does not exist
Apples are not needed
The nonexistent seven dwarfs
A dream of a black Cadillac
An eternal long march
Inaudible Amazing Grace
Two billion apple swans
Turning brown and more brown
Why don't you eat it?