PoeEternal poetry Writing

Bad Apple

A poem about bad people and bad choices.

You should have kept it a buried treasure
You should have taken another adventure
His love will make you poorer not richer
The taste of his bite is only bitter

A bad seed from his rotten apple
The taste of his lips makes one babel
Leaving you with lessons you’ll never grapple
Poison your tongue so you can never tattle

Holy water will run from the unclean
Circle and burrow paths for a new stream
A king can grow apples from a bad seed
A queen never takes a road to mislead

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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