jeudi, novembre 03, 2005

Flash back of a fruit

I tasted you when you were still a rare fruit
But no I won't take another bite at this
No i won't taste that poisonus spoiled fruit
Now that you've become the flavor of the week
And that you've got that odd taste
You want me back?
That rotten appel does'nt worth it
I won't betrayed my Goddess
For any part of your used up shape
No more honor in this dirty enveloppe
That you've given to everyone

1 commentaire:

Anonyme a dit...

Wow this is a pretty harsh poem. I like it tho, especially the rotten apple part.