Boiled EggsA Poem by TashaNot your typical pot of eggs.Eggs, Water, A pot, That's all that's needed But for you Lies, Games, And manipulation Is whats in your pot I'm boiling eggs And you're boiling trouble, What kind of breakfast is that? Soon you'll realize That all your fun Will rise to the surface The heat And trouble Will cause the eggs to explode, Because of all the harm you've done to it There's no point in eating breakfast, I'm no longer hungry for you...
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Added on August 4, 2011Last Updated on August 4, 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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