OOC: Emo Poetry
The Apples the Nurses Wouldn't Give Me: A Collection
blood red. I bleed. it bleeds. it's red shell. white beneath. my skeleton. the closet. they are in my closet. no apples there
Fallen Apple
Apples: A requiem
the apple never falls far from the tree. but my mother? she never loved me
A tree standing
alone.
forgotton
it's branches bare
almost bare completely
but for one
lone
blood
red apple.
I once found a worm
oh, how he did squirm
he wriggled and slithered
and nibbled and licked
and never before had I seen
such an insect be mean
he gobbled and ate
through my apple
cruel fate!
blood red. I bleed. it bleeds. it's red shell. white beneath. my skeleton. the closet. they are in my closet. no apples there
Fallen Apple
Apples: A requiem
the apple never falls far from the tree. but my mother? she never loved me
A tree standing
alone.
forgotton
it's branches bare
almost bare completely
but for one
lone
blood
red apple.
I once found a worm
oh, how he did squirm
he wriggled and slithered
and nibbled and licked
and never before had I seen
such an insect be mean
he gobbled and ate
through my apple
cruel fate!