What if
After penciling myself in, like a sketch in a notebook
After typing me into a storyline that goes on and on
After painting me onto a canvas of white
I could just.. erase the mistake
Backspace, backspace, backspace
Paint over, and create another white space
What if
I could just.. disappear?
As coincidently as I had appeared?
As mysteriously as I had come here?
What if
I'm just a sketch never meant to be finished?
A story never meant to be told?
A painting never meant to be complete?
What if
The point of me is to be thrown away?
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Sing and Dance
PoesíaSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
