He stares outside the window
A luscious, pure, and eloquent figure appears
I call her Eggs
My Eggs
Eggs paints the perfect image in my blank mind
The fire that sparks my dull life
The flowing river gushing through my imagination
Eggs is the one thing in my life that defines perfection
A delicate flower long from blooming
Life doesn't always hand you everything you ask for
My mind may be warped
But underneath it all, I am Trevor
A human
A hopeless romantic
Never thought I could feel this way about a girl
A dozen Eggs would never make me feel the same way
But forever she will hold the key to my heart
Eggs
