on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they get the rotten apples
from the ground that arent as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something wrong w/ them when in
reality they're 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.
The hardest thing for us girls is waiting for the guys. I feel exactly like it says in the poem, i feel like theres something wrong with me, but there isn't the guys just go for the easy girls....especialy in high school. Lets hope when they grow up they will be better.
