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 that something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing.
They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
-Author Unknown
shut up! i was JUST thinking about this poem as i contemplated on my sorry, lacking life! how do we have the same brain!?
ReplyDeleteHey! your life isn't sorry you butthead! You are a woman of great worth, plus you are smoking hot. So there! :P
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not sure about the brain thing...haha