Lower it down low.
Touching the ground. Cold.
It is all you show.
What are you?
Take your face. Erase.
Forget it just in case.
Look here. Don't turn.
What is now is gone.
One thing to learn.
All you need to burn.
This called pure.
This called clear.
All you need to hear.
Hard to hide a tear.
Now. To later on.
Hide nothing.
Nothing is a con.
Not even one sin.
Don't touch it on the ground.
Thanks ake your face. Erase.
- I wrote this poem a long time ago and I just found it. I wanted to keep it on the record ans get rid of the paper. So I remember this place to write things. Neat.
