Sunday, May 3, 2009

Wanna Bite?

I wanna be an apple.
An apple with a seed.
I will take care of the seed
care for the seed
protect the seed
and love the seed.
But the thing I don't get till now
That being an apple
I get used
Im either just a stem that the pre-teens twist to know the first letter of their wed'ed love..
Or just a painting on a wall
or a decoration in a basket
because once that seed you took care of dosen't need taking care of
it will loose the thought of you and grow into its own tree
and forget about you
and grow until it can produce its own.

Mabe Ill start being a tree
Ill protect you from the rain
But still let you feel the cold soothing liquid roll down your skin
Ill protect you from harmful sun
But still let you feel the warmth of it.

But instead of when you let go of me to form your own tree
To norish yourself
and learn to protect yourself
and feed and give and love and live.

Ill know that you could never have dropped too far
And that youll always be right there beside me.

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