You offered your friendship in the shape of an apple
the skin shining after endless polishing
claimed that it came from the orchard of your mind
although it looked like it had been stolen from another
It may have looked like the image of perfection
but when I looked closely even I could see
even after a short while it was starting to change
as if it was already well past its best
Like the fruit it started to decay quickly
with the mould of your lies breaking it down faster
it became unsightly and had to be thrown away
just like how I was near enough cast aside
It should have sprouted into a beautiful tree
providing great rewards to both of us
instead our friendship faded away completely
like the disgusting remains of the apple
rotting forgotten on the compost heap
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