Sunday mornings

by Emily parsons   Oct 28, 2005


The yellow core of your innocence
Seeping through the white
Soaking all the walking soldiers
Destroying everything in sight

But you dont take a second
To think of what youve done
The squeals as you reach boiling point
Its far too late now
Your
Burning
Cracking
Under the pressure

But I promise you ill be here
To consume all of your goodness
And wish that one day that would be me
Cracking under pressure

*I wanted to test myself. Write about something random i thought....Its true...you can be creative with eggs.*

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  • 18 years ago

    by bex

    Yey found the egg poem
    i love this
    mine was more to the point seeing as i said eggs alot in the poem
    meh you're better than me
    but i like that
    did i mention i like yellow?
    yey eggs!

    psst i don't actually like eggs
    -gasp- i know!

    haha egg lovex.

  • 18 years ago

    by Dean Russell-Rands

    Clever and cute - interesting to see if you could write about me now that would be randomn lol dolphins and all lol well thought I should comment cos I aint done so for awhile and i like this one. =)

  • 18 years ago

    by Emma

    Lol wow that was rly clever one actually hunny... i read it again after i realised that it was eggs it really makes sense!! but it is so meaningful in so many way haha double meaning...ooo la la

  • 18 years ago

    by Kirsty

    I like eggs :D:D
    But i like you more hehe
    love you you're hot xxxx

  • 18 years ago

    by bex

    Haha that's clever
    when i first read it through i was like hmm what's this about
    then when you mentioned the eggs it really does fit!
    it's quite duplicitous really!
    oof get you!

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