The poisoned apple

Pink Apple

A ball of fire That tumbles down Roll over on the past Turns it to brown For the beautiful moment In love we owe For the wonderful feeling That we ever know Let’s toss our hearts Like a spark in the straw Like rain in the desert Like lavas in the snow Don’t tell me trouble ! Don’t tell me trouble ! With bad and good we’re gonna grow Love is the secret Like the magic in the apple … Love is the way Everyday ……… ………………….The night of saturday Love is a worship Kisses are the pray Don’t tell me trouble ! Don’t tell me trouble ! They say that the love is the poisoned apple We ate it whole Regardless to say