Girls
are like apples.
On trees. The best ones
Are at the top of the tree
The boys don't want to reach
For the good ones because
they
Are afraid of falling and getting hurt
Instead they just get the rotten
apples
From the ground that aren't as good
But easy. So the apples at the top
think
Something is wrong with them, when in
Reality, they're amazing. They just
Have to wait
for the right boy to
Come along, Who's
Brave enough to
Climb
all
The way
To the top
Of the tree
your beautiful