An Apple

Walking alone by the buzzling streets
Noise seems to drown my presence
Felt helpless and reach my wits
Seems like is fine of my disappearance
Sat down on a bench
Flashbacks of my actions flashes through
Each scene seems like a knife
Cutting my heart piece by piece
Tears dropped like broken pearls
Every drop seems contains a thousand words
For everything I've need to say to you
Whatever things I did
Effusive or not
They are all from my own will
Being through the thick and thin with you
Is what I wished for
Having an apple from you sincerely
I will be contented already
The knife seems to get blund after sometimes
And slowly it soothes
It become a pat of my shoulder
Rewarding me temporary
The most sincere apple you gave
Will be the best apple I ever have.


This is a poem of being rewarding what you have sow
Hope those whom read my poem will reap their reward one day.....