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.


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