Deeper than the ocean blue.
Even more obscured and out of view.
My secret desire born from fire.
An apple crisp.
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@anapplecrisp
Deeper than the ocean blue.
Even more obscured and out of view.
My secret desire born from fire.
An apple crisp.
His meows filled the room, hunger driven,
tail slapping against the floor;
in the sympathy of ‘guns guns gun’s.
I chewed my gum and softly quieted him
I begged for release. For he only shook his head,
softly and gently moved to his hind legs; and took my hand.
He leaned in, whispering. “I hunger for that apple crisp,”
Claws padding down the hallway
I see him coming, my little boy.
An apple crisp
The world is dark and blocked from view.
By my fringe hanging askew.
There is only one reason I haven’t abandoned my dreams.
My one true love.
An apple crisp.
Warriors, gods, goddesses.
That shant be over, Of the odds, and the promises.
After all is lost, after all is shattered as of a boulder.
It sat there, an apple crisp.
The darkness of all and sweet tedious death
A scream ripped from a mouth, of a past regret
Hands clawing, grasping and yearning for that thing,
That Thing that would save their life. For it was always here,
An apple crisp.
A juicy snack for every occasion
Especially if you are caucasian
The only way for it to appear
Is with tedious effort and a hot oven
An apple crisp
The lightest of eyes and bluest ones
His paws scattered across, extra thumbs
Mouth askew and screaming oh-so-softly
For he yearned for snack, just one
In his mouth, grasped in his tongue harshly
For there it sat, an apple crisp.
My fringe parted letting the sun show through
As if to announce “look what a beautiful world I found you.”
But then my angst and teen instincts kick in
Why should I care
It’s no apple crisp.
My hearts in darkness.
The devil prevails.
His dripping tendrils of shadows Hold me back.
From the best and only snack.
An apple crisp.
Apple pie, apple spice.
Any kind of apple would be nice.
But only one can help me heal.
For on the floor in blood I kneel.
The one thing to help me live.
An apple crisp.
My heart is shattered and on the floor.
My life in shambles and closing the door.
But I’m suddenly stunned by a guiding light.
An apple crisp in the night.
Cursed apple crisps in my hand
Crashing thimbles stall the band
For in the end the only way
Is for my new potato to save the day