You're like the shiny red apple,
picked for its outward perfection.
Sliced open, rotten,
with the grainy leftovers
of a worm quite comfortable
to be flying incognito in your heart.
Whitewashed tomb,
with decay at your core.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
You're like the shiny red apple,
picked for its outward perfection.
Sliced open, rotten,
with the grainy leftovers
of a worm quite comfortable
to be flying incognito in your heart.
Whitewashed tomb,
with decay at your core.
feeling quite hypocritical tonight.
