• mindboggler_wtlvn 6w

    The ink on me

    I'm the piece of paper...
    Made from pile of wood...
    With no marks on it...
    Bright white everywhere...

    Dust admired my beauty...
    As the days passed on...
    Accumulated a little by little...
    Weather gave me a suitable colour...

    Finally I reached the destination...
    Which I don't wanted to...
    The tip peeled off my skin,
    leaving beautiful scars behind...
    So that people can read...

    ©mindboggler_wtlvn