Dec 2019
I wrote a name on the wall but the rain washed it away
I wrote a name on the floor but the maid washed it away
I wrote a name on my book but the eraser erased it away
I wrote a name on my hand but the soap
washed it away
I wrote a name on the core of my heart because I know it will never get washed away
I wrote a name on the floor but the maid washed it away
I wrote a name on my book but the eraser erased it away
I wrote a name on my hand but the soap
washed it away
I wrote a name on the core of my heart because I know it will never get washed away
It is my own poem. It is special for someone
