There sits a peach smooth and silky.
One side is red and the other is orange.
But both sides equally sweet.
It is plump and squishy, ripe and pure.
Only The Rain
It is dark, and late.
I lay in my bed, unable to sleep.
My window is tightly shut, but
I can hear all the noise of the streets.
Stuck in this house.
It has been all day,
I haven’t seen anything
I am going insane.
Happiness is an apple.
It is very sweet.
As sweet as sweet can be.
It is green and ruby red, with seeds