Rotten Core
Rotten Core.
That's what I found of you
the one I adore.
Adored.
Once you came to my house with that apple,
Charming, your smile full of esctacy
Your honey eyes clouded my thoughts
I thought I was going crazy
I reached for the apple,
Heck, I ate that apple to the core.
Snow White indeed I am,
And so I fell as you walked out the door.
Now I wait decades to be awakened by a lovers true kiss.
In the dark, alone.
What the hell did I miss?
This poem is about:
Me
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