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Cleo Blue

(Midnight / The Dark Cloud of Angels)

Apples


To everyone else I am strong
But you knew they were wrong
You saw the real me
The true me
Is that why you left

Did i rely on you too much?
Is it because i loved everything about you.. your care, your touch?
I know this is from
my perspective
But even when i try
to see it from yours
i dont know what i did

{Did she not like me?
I know she comes before me
Thats something that
i learned to see
No matter how much it hurt..}

Even thinking about it now
I still dont know how
You were able to leave
Knowing how much i need you

I heard girls were like apples
Some up high in a tree
Guys think its easier to get the rotten ones
Because they dont want to get hurt when they climb up the tree
So i was really excited when you picked me

After what? a bite? a sniff? A look?
You tossed me back..
No explaination...
The capability to love...
You threw me into a dark spot in the tree
Once i landed there i got bruised
You left me
Hurt and confused

So what happens
When someone else sees me
Practically hidden to deep to find
And they'll see all the marks
You left behind...

See what you've done to me?
Now..Out of every single tree
Who would want to pick me?

Submitted: Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 02, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I did read something about girls being apples the best at the top of the tree... Guys pick the easy ones on the ground because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt when they climb the tree... So the ones at the top think there is something wrong with them when really they're amazing they just have to wait for the right boy to come along...Who will climb that tree straight to the top just to pick you... This is not necessarily about me its just about... a girl. But the verse in parenthitheses or the [] things you can pretend its not there to relate to the poem better

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  • Joseph Somebody (whelan) (1/1/2013 5:40:00 PM)

    i have a poem called apple in a tree. sounds to me you may have read it. it also sounds like you know that somtimes we pick as we go. (Report) Reply

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