okay.. my lousy poem

erm.. poem...

my title is apple..

Apple ~ apple,

shape of heart,

color of blood,

smell of perfume,

but price of a girl's heart.

Peel the apple,
Cut the heart,
taste the blood,
drain the smell,
you will find,
it's the mixture of a sad girl's tear~

Pick an apple of your eyes,

enjoy the moment you took your bites,

for that very moment might be the happiest of her life,

but,

the same apple never appear twice,

so she will forever disappear from your sight.