27 August 2012
I'm just another apple hung on your tree. You don't care at all as long as your free. Growing more apples, most of them still green. Well I'll tell you this once, this is the last place I'll be seen. So say goodbye, because I'm blood red. I'm heart shaped as well, for our love is dead. I'm ripe and ready, I don't need you no more. So once I'm picked, I'll win this score. And you'll be left with your green fruit. I hope you'll be happy when you find one that you suits. As for me I'm off, to a new life and love. Maybe plant my own tree, one to tower above.
©Odd
Apples • Opuss № I