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Apple Red
written by: Tim Gallagher
10-04-2000

Red like an apple
Blue like the sky
Fresh like your dimples
Sad when I cry

Rain on your lips
Clouds in your sky
To take them away
Gladly I'd die

Red like your lips
Green like your eyes
Sad like my face
Sad when you cry

Dust in your air
Dirt on your hand
Pain on your face
Hope in the band

Gold like your hair
Soft like your touch
Life isn't fair
I love you so much


Reader's comments

October 09, 2000 - 09:28pm
Tim
The "dust" and "dirt" speak of the hardships in life that bring looks of pain to our faces. To someone who is married, it might be tempting to give up. Don't. Hope in the band. Hope in the promise the band of gold represents. The reason life isn't fair, is because I don't deserve someone to love so much.
October 10, 2000 - 02:49pm
Rachel G
I'm speechless. Simply speechless. Well done.
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