Convenience


I am your piece of paper...

To draw in me what you want me to be...


You want me to remind you of something important,
So you write what you want in me,
And you leave me on a place you commonly visit.

You draw a nice picture…
Or even a poem in me…
Your masterpiece
and you put me on your frame

You write your life in me
Your experiences, your wishes
Your hopes, your dreams
You keep me under your head when you sleep

But when you make a mistake
You try to erase it
and the blot still remains
so you tear out the page
Compress me on a ball
Drop a part of me on the trash
You left me destroyed

Until you need me again…

I am your piece of paper…