One Sunapple St. I asked you for an apple You asked me for the sun Knowing outside of metaphors I couldn’t give you one You asked me for a miracle Right when I turned to run And against all odds I Turned around and somehow gave you one I ate my tasty apple You said I was the sun You reached for it then blamed me When the heat burned on your tongue Sometimes we unravel Our work becomes undone And sometimes we are stunned to find The work has just begun Sometimes you’re my apple Sometimes you’re my sun Sometimes you’re the first to cry Sometimes I’m the one Sometimes these things chase us These things we can’t outrun But sometimes I’m the troubled mind And you’re the loaded gun Bang Barnes, Silencio. “One Sunapple St.” Facebook Poetry #Poetry about the #sun #apples and #relationships :) http://bit.ly/sunapplestreet

via The SilencioBarnes Facebook Page
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