MOOD
Dear apple,
I let your taste decide my
your bitterness reflects my
your sweetness feeds my
your colors bold and I cry
your not the only one
yet somehow I chose you
but sweetness fades with time
just like the apple,
you have rotten my
PERSPECTIVE
Dear apple,
for the beholder
you are a tool
to the tool
you have a beholder
but to the overseer
both are equals
purpose is served
longevity is the only difference
WINTER
Dear apple,
when the seasons change
we wear different shoes
similar to me and you
when were out of range
we lose our minds
we are not two
PARENTS
Dear Apple,
my creators are my soulmates
at one point life was split
i lived twice at once
falling out is expected
now i live once
with no grudges
twice i remain
PROSPEROUS VEGATATION
Dear Apple,
my mind controls
my body creates
my soul flourishes
i am everything i think
because my body
cannot help but follow lead