The apple hanged on the tree
In the Garden on Eve
It looked sweet, I thought…
I could not resist
I dreamt of it day and night
If only I could reach.
I waited for the day
A gush of wind would come
And gravity would play its role
Sunsets replaced sunrise,
The day never arrive.
One fine day,
The wind finally came
Then I realized
The apple wears a mask
Babe, do you write this yourself or is it an abstract?
ReplyDeleteSo true :/
yeah, i wrote this, on another emo day...
ReplyDeleteit's like a metaphor...
i came to realize that some things ( or some people) are not what we expected... sometimes, we created this 'imaginary' impression...
and sometimes, we strive so hard for things we believe matters to us... but when we have it, we wonder, was this what we really wanted... and i hate the feeling... a lot... :(