~The poem I wrote for today is kinda... eh. Sooo, I am going to post an old poem that I wrote a while back for a friend. She was dealing with a stupid guy and "Forbidden Fruit" was written to help her see what a jerk he was! I hope you all enjoy :) ~
“FORBIDDEN FRUIT”
One cannot say they have lived without a forbidden fruit in their life.
He’ll steal your heart like petty thieves steal pears from a nearby market.
Walking beside you, empty words will escape his empty mouth.
I love you is compared to the heat in Death Valley; extensive and overflowing.
After years pass by the forbidden fruit seems to be the same…
He’s shiny. He’s plastic on the outside and painted with lying blasphemy.
On the inside his rotting heart beats at a Mozart pace with much disdain.
Then the next thing is done. Done. Before you can snap those dainty little fingers.
That fruit from the garden has shifted his sprawling eyes from pretty in pink to the next gazelle in the corner of the room. Victim to next victim until relational death do them part. It begins, and like the helpless blind man and a guide dog, you needed him. But now you see. Now you see the disastrous horrors of that sweet forbidden fruit.
