you're the apple of his eye -
but fruits expire.
soon you'll be ugly
and disgusting in his sight.
you'll be thrown to earth -
left to die.
but remember, seeds grow -
into a tree that glows.
pam.
YOU ARE READING
Life, as it is
PoesíaA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
