We are cut from the same apple But I don’t even like apples And you prefer pears
Regardless of fruit, I believe that we go well together You’re the apple of my eye
I see myself in you When you’re fumbling your words, Or tripping over air Honestly though, I don’t care I’ve embraced the flaws of the human race
I remember how nervous you were, And how nervous I always am That night we dove into each others arms We didn’t look back as we woke up in the ocean
You moved the hair from my eyes And I saw clearly Perhaps, blurrier than before What I knew all along Didn’t matter anymore
Inspired from a good friend of mine who told me that me and a crush are "cut from the same apple", that we are very similar, and that it was a good thing. I hadn't heard it phrased like this, and I thought it was interesting. I decided to write about it.