I lay on these blue striped blankets.
Thinking about all that has gone bad.
Because you were my strawberry;
the sweetest I had ever had.

You were almost a perfect red.
But the showing seeds made you rotten.
And my taste buds taste only sour,
for the sweetness they remember, they've forgotten.

I know I have loved many fruits.
Of all shapes and all kinds.
But the one I adored most of all,
the one that always shined.

You are my darling fruit
of which I cherish very much.
For the taste was so sweet on my mind,
that it reminded me of a warm wind's touch.

I hate to hear the bitterness of your voice now.
Especially when it is usually sweet.
It makes me miss those special times
We were together growing in the summer heat.

I loved you with a passion so deep.
But the sourness I cannot bare.
I miss it so much I cannot sleep..
Because though you may have changed for the worse,
For you, I still care.