Apples


Love is like an apple
You think it’s amazing, bright red,juicy
But as soon as you bit into it
It reveals itself
It is rotten
Turn it around to see;
You’re not the first to try  
But you keep taking bits because
Maybe, just maybe
It’s sweeter on the inside
And soon you start to wonder
After all the many apples you tried
If it’s been you all along.

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