T-?
A countdown
To that day
Uncertain but sure
Where I will just be a stain
On their white clothes
Washed away by the rain.
I will be locked out while they will
Always
Have a key to my heart,
A special chapter
In my story.
I see the clouds coming
I don’t know if they’re real
But I will be their umbrella until
They decide
To wash me away.