Orchard
You plucked my fruit and claimed
There was never a tree
You weighed it out, but you
Don't believe in gravity
Does it taste like your sentiments?
Or is it sweet?
Because if not, the two of us
Must both be cheats
My ground was watered with
Dishonesty and fear
Yet I expected to have beared
Honey-crisp frontiers
Instead, I'll fall and get bruised
Those are the sweetest parts,
However,
Which reveal the truth

ResilientRose
Yet I, too, have been buried with fear expecting to bear the same sweet frontiers.
Beautiful.
no_name_Stuff
Thanks for the kind words!