Erased

You see eraser marks all over the lines
Of a crumpled up paper in the trash
The smudge of lead across paper.
Don't you ever wonder what was written there?
What if it was a beautiful poem
By an author too scared to show their talent?
What if it was by a child in love
But was worried to tell how they felt?
Maybe it was a pathetic story
By a misunderstood teenager?
Or it could just be a scribble on paper
By a toddler, who's parent hastily erased their drawing
And threw away the paper?
Don't you ever just sit back,
And wonder?





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