An Apple is a sweet thing. Comes in different shapes and sizes. When you pick up the perfect one for you, you'll be so happy.
You'll be happy because I have all the millions of apples in the world, you got the perfect one for you. I found my apple and I can describe it for you to.
The apple of my eye is 5'2, half German half Russian. Deep dark brown/hazel eyes that can tell and read a story. Silky smooth light brown hair that ray beams glow up perfectly. An angelic voice that can make the most depressed person have the best day of their life. An amazing shape that you want to hold for days, not to big not to thin.
It's perfect. A little too perfect for reality. I think I just became snow white. I feel like the fairest of them all to get the apple of perfection. Now I feel like if I take a bite. . . . I'll probably fall into a irreversible coma.
Question is should I take that chance? Is that a chance I'm willing to take? Am I will to lose everything for the perfect apple in front of me?
A/n~ I do know that people are not things that you can claim. I just want everyone to know that so people don't think that's how I treat loved ones.
~inzane
