Strawberries are sweet, but also bitter.
Lushes like childish fruits
Filled with a bowl of lovely red sunflower kisses.
Would that truly be the intelligence, to something so heavenly?
Or would it truly be the intelligence, to somethings so devilish?
I grow them with taste, which never go to waste.
Lick your lips and ask for more!
As this is my garden.
From your hearts to your souls.
I have the the spices to make you warm, but not cold.
I am not an apple and neither a cherry.
But I will stand to say, what I truly am.
I am that ever so sweet, yet that ever so better.
“So what are you?” You would say.
Under my blushing red skin, and grass green hair.
Simply saying “ I’m a Strawberry!”
Bio: I can't really say where the idea of this poem really came from, yet plainly said I think had the craving for the fruit itself.
