Apples
Coffee on my shirt,
I never gave that promise,
too many colours on my skirt.
Never gave that promise,
To be tired to be alert.
So what about tomorrow?
Will you drag me down,
in your self-destructive sorrow.
Please, have a seat,
my heart kept beating,
Even when the ancient angry sea,
Wanted me to drown.
I taste the apples worth tasting,
You are so naive, sweetness
Will never be everlasting.
You only fall down and have
another one, red like fire,
have a glass of wine and,
live out somekind of desire.
Rebecca