The pot is boiling
I sit waiting.
The pot boils and boils
Until it is out all over the floor
I wait and wait.
The pot continues to boil
The pot is like waiting for the right time
You could be waiting you're entire life
But one wrong move and it'll all be gone
All your waiting would be wasted.
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200 Days 200 Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. But I swear I'm not going through things. But it's mostly love poems...with some morbid, with some personal, but they're all just a story in the end. . (*^ω^*) . started writing - November 12, 2019 finished writing - April 1...
