If I write

If I write on my skin,The rain would wash it away.

If I write my life in a notebook,

I’m afraid you would read it one day.

In the sand, but it blows away

In my heart, but I’d forget it in days.

So I’ll paint a picture of what I’ve been through firsthand.

But you might interpret my painting in ways I cannot stand.

Published by authkg

It’s just whatever at this point

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