all the fruit in the world but i must eat that apple

so many plays nowadays yet love still can’t be tackled
thumbtacks and super glue to stick to you but you still don’t stuck
i end up a mess, and  everything's run a muck

zig zag flight patterns towards you, your light so warm

but there's a zap upon contact and i end up harmed

maybe we can not mix or i’m giving to much effort
i hate to love you so much, the most pleasurable of pleasure

we can flow like H2...OH? no we can’t...cause i’m oil
I guess we can’t grow a red rose but it was fun playing in the soil

i am threw getting shocked by something so artificial

move on to the next like source until i see the sun so official