For the first time I wrote about an apple

oh well I have a question. How could you know an apple is sweet? It is red and looks juicy. I gave you one. Now the apple is on your palm. I told you to think first before you taste. You ignored and just have a try on it. Then you smiled, seconds after that you fell. Your face went pale. I know it tastes sweet, but in the sweetness there's poison. I've told you not to simply taste it. I reminded you. You just ignored it.

I told you so cause I'm afraid i would do the mistake twice. i'm afraid my first bite will ruin my whole body. so to play safe i just get myself way far from you, the poisoned apple.

i know. all apples are not red. there are green, oh could i say that there's a yellow one? so how could i choose which apples suit me well, the one with no poisons but only a real sweet one..?

Can I say that love is like a poisoned apple? the red one. the poisoned red apple.


oh the last paragraph is just a null fact. i guess.