Picture courtesy of http://www.theguardian.com
We’re each alone even when
surrounding by others we love
Never sure where we’re headed
Nothing fitting like a glove
A bite of the apple
we want to take
But rotten to the core
and we feel much too late
Still though we dream
in our thoughts alone
whether out with friends
or amongst others at home
Just remember that apple
for not all is bad to the core
Remember who you are
and what it is you fight for
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on April 7, 2014
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