Lady Like Apple - Poem by Milo Sena
She is like an uneven circle,
With damaged memories dented into her skin.
She can be smooth and kind to the outer world,
But can be bumpy and dreadful in a click.
She smells of sweet tough grass,
And flows like water from here to there.
Everyday you notice her grow old,
Changing her mind and discouraging the truth.
Her poor mind is bruised,
With the harsh memories that stalk her in style.
Yet deep inside her,
She is bright, stronger, more sour.
Her is a star, always looking out for other.
Yet her anger and sadness slowly surrounds her star,
Keeping her locked away from the world.
She covers her feelings,
With her anger and shame.
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