Rotten Core

Rotten Core.

That's what I found of you

the one I adore.


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?



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