SINFUL FRUITS


I've packed my bags
but I left 'em behind.
Don't want no memories
of such a bitter kind.

Your apple-tree has grown
and this year it even bears fruit.
Oh what appropriate sins
to go with your innocent suit.

You climbed the ladder
but you climbed it down.
You climbed all the way
to that godforsaken town.

In which apple-seeds are sown
and lies and sins are grown.
All the love is just for loan
and the bitter's in your bone.

Don't want no memories
of such a bitter kind.
I've packed my bags
but I left 'em behind.

I need to find my own special route
and seeds to sow my own special fruit.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-04-24 at 13:32

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This is so cool Daybreaker. yes it is better sometimes to leave it all behind and start afresh. I have done it once or twice in my life and you will be surprised at how quickly your cases fill. Love the title and the reference to going down, in stairs terms was classic. I hope you find that fertile soil.

Smiling at you,

Tai
2007-04-24


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
being bitter just sours the soul - Good poem again

Elle x
2007-04-24