The Apple

I left the City of Angels to escape Lucifer, 

he was too beautiful to be true

and even his wings couldn't soften his fall.

I ran from the City of Angels for a piece of fruit,

without knowing if it would be forbidden

or if it would be my saving grace. 

The fruit turned out to be sweet,

it led me to an orchard where

the angels outnumbered the snakes. 

And in this orchard I found my beat again,

the thump, thump ... thump, thump

that I dance to in the storm.

I ran toward the Big Apple, feet blistering,

3,000 miles away from my angels

unsure if our wings could span the distance. 

I came to the Big Apple scarred and scared, 

wondering who else would be cast

from the rolling hills of Westwood.

So I took a bite, juice staining my lips

And I learned to fly across the heavens again.