Hello Apple Pie, Goodbye
hello apple pie
with whipped cream i cannot lie
pure perfect silence is like saying 'mmmm' on high
she kisses me again because the quiet of the vibe is flavorful
she smiles me sweetly because the center of my respect in her eyes is favorful
powdered sugar is requested
the intended cream is bested
the river of surety is manifested
she blesses me with a gifted turn
i am so relieved that the overall warmth does not burn
this particular love she does not give, but i earn
the apple pie is forgotten
the focus is comfortably changed like soft cotton
we renew a revisioned, renewed ripeness once fully rotten
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