I am a rotten apple.
But only rotten in my core.
You’ll take one bite of me
And at first you’ll want more.
You’ll chomp down one more time
Mulling me over
This is when you’ll realize
That I am rotten at my core.
Damaged goods.
That is what I am.
No one wants an apple
That doesn’t feel firm in their hand.
At first all you saw
Was the beautiful red
Color of skin. But now
There you are, and here I am
Rotten within.
It’s nothing that can ever be fixed.
My core will soon rot out
All the way through my skin.
Then there you will be
With my rotting insides
Stuck between your teeth.
Soon enough you will rot too.
When you begin to decay,
That is when you will understand.
That I am rotten in my core,
But you will never be worth as much
As I am.
