Apple, berry, and honey.
A giving tree,
a vine’d bush,
and a killer bee.
Fulfillment underneath,
my ice cream.
All in the home,
of the outer layer.
Warm desserts off,
passed down family notes.
Holed out memories,
forgotten the smiles.
One day beyond,
I’ll finally see,
what was left behind,
for you and me.
Cut out a piece of the heart.
Leave when the going gets tough.
Enjoy the fruits off the labor,
but leave behind the pie crust,
that makes me angry.
A turned back for the lack of empathy.
You need more than a soul to control me.