Apples

This is a poem I wrote in response to when I was going after a chick that was involved with some else which preventing me from being with her

I love apples.

I simply do.

So vibrantly red and juicy.

I’ve eaten my fair share of apples

Most rotten to the core

But some good for the soul.

 

As of late, I have been trying to finish this half a apple

But I cannot bring myself to do so.

I’ve actually been on the look for a tastier core

But my efforts yield no result...until

Just the last harvest when I found it…

It was bright red and calling my name.

My curiosity begs me to take a bite,

Knowing it was ever so sweet, but

As of now it’s in another farmer’s market

 

This farmer has yet to take the apple

But he keeps a close eye

Therefore I have been unable to partake in its glory

It is frustrating as the apple may never be mine

(As much as I want it to be)

But as long as the apple is well taking care of

Could I really complain?

 

I too will closely watch the apple

Waiting for the chance to eat

But I must also prepare to continue this search

Just in case that apple isn’t mine to keep.