Bad Apple

Bad Apple

A Poem by Janna Ruusuvuori

I am a bad apple
Rotten to the core
Take me away
To be free once more
Here only my spirit flys
While my soul cries
Over shadowed by this old tree
Saying it loves me
Like wolf to a rabbit
Consuming me out of nature's habit

I long for someone to take me in hand
And fly together to a distant land
Like an orphan child
Lost and wild
Looking up at the stars
Dreaming of flying cars

© 2014 Janna Ruusuvuori

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Added on October 5, 2014
Last Updated on October 6, 2014
Tags: apple, bad, rotten, soul, tree, free, be


Janna Ruusuvuori
Janna Ruusuvuori


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