I don't deserve to be the apple of your eye.
Worms have buried into my fruit
the apples I produce are bruised,
and soaked in pesticide.
You don't even like apples
You've always been a citrus man
Watching you peel another fruit
It makes me want to drop every apple
knowing none will touch your tongue
YOU ARE READING
Swans mate for life-Why can't we?
Poetrypoems inspired by a romance from my last reincarnation
