I am A Paper

I am white
I clean from everything
I smell so good

There is a writer
He wants to write something on me
He does make me dirty

When he fails writing on me
He does not think
How hurt he destroy me

After using me,
He throws me out
He thinks I can be used no more

he gets me in the trash
I am nothing now
I am a rubbish

Mr.Writer, how can you do that to me?
You used me to write
Then you tear me apart to the trash

And I am waiting --
To be burnt on fire,
Thank you, Sir.
you are successfully destroying me to be ashes


-Ruth Novyanti-

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