You were the apple of my eye,
Always listening, always kind.
Until I accidentally sliced you,
And saw the rotten core inside.
There’s no other way to say this,
Your skin was a cheap disguise!
There’s no other way to put this,
You peeled and revealed your lies.
You were the apple of my eye,
But I saw the core inside,
So I lost all hope in you,
And then I lost sight of you.
Should’ve thought twice
Before falling off the tree
To come down and strike me,
’Cause that wasn’t very nice.
You’re no longer the apple of my eye
So I had to throw you out somehow
I look back in the garbage can and sigh,
“I’m more of an orange person now.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem