Poisoned Apple - Poem by Missa Taylor
Was i once the apple of my daddy's eye?
I doub't it, by how quick/easily he said 'Bye, bye'.
Do i often ask myself how could he, and 'oh' why?
'You betcha' she say's bitterly with a sigh. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
But also the wicked witch said 'here's a nice juicy apple my dear, have it for free' Well 'apparently' nothing's free in this life.
There is alway's something someone's after.
'Thus' ending this chapter of the story that didn't end happily ever after.
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