Love Is Like An Apple

by Mandy

Glossy chemicals shine the crust.
If I must explain the definition of lust.
Seeking ways to capture your heart.
The slow insanity ripping you apart.

The constant ticking in your ears.
All the affection quickly disappears.
Like many nightmares harassing your thought.
An interference to the comfort you sought.

A bitter bite from the apple of your eye.
Then a teary gaze followed by a sigh.
That final breath will condemn you to hate.
For that is the reason it's true love we wait.