My Eraser's GoneA Poem by Tasha
The thing I kept so close to me
is gone, misplaced, I don't know what happened to it my eraser has disappeared, now I have to be perfect, and make no mistakes; all because my erasers gone I must live a dull life without color or spark! because I can't erase bad decisions from my past, without my eraser I'm boring like waiting on paint to dry, my life is like a slow breeze, a horrible memory, that can't be fixed, all because my eraser's gone © 2011 TashaAuthor's Note
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Added on June 8, 2011Last Updated on June 8, 2011 AuthorTashaNCAboutHey, I'm 18 years old and I love writing. "To know me is to love me" "Every heart has a beat and mine just skips for you" Wanna know more? Message me I love to make new friends. &heart.. more..Writing
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