A bowl of seeds in front of me remind me of you-
I had to cut through thick skin and peel it away just to get at the good stuff.
It didn't stop there though-
I had to pick and probe, inspect and search for remnants of the thick skin so when I sink my teeth into the fruit, I wouldn't find myself with a bitter aftertaste.
Red stains my hands and counter tops, just trying to coax the sweetest part of you out.
A bowl of seeds in front of me reminds me of you-
The seeds are sweet yet soon gone, and epehemeral sweetness doesn't mask the bitterness of skin I couldn't get past, skin I couldn't peel away no matter what.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
A bowl of seeds in front of me remind me of you-
I had to cut through thick skin and peel it away just to get at the good stuff.
It didn't stop there though-
I had to pick and probe, inspect and search for remnants of the thick skin so when I sink my teeth into the fruit, I wouldn't find myself with a bitter aftertaste.
Red stains my hands and counter tops, just trying to coax the sweetest part of you out.
A bowl of seeds in front of me reminds me of you-
The seeds are sweet yet soon gone, and epehemeral sweetness doesn't mask the bitterness of skin I couldn't get past, skin I couldn't peel away no matter what.
