My Eraser

My Eraser

A Poem by It's Me, The Miracle

A poem about an erase



Returning me to the reality would have been difficult

If you were not there to erase all of my mistakes

Editing each of my errors would have been arduous

If you were not there to rub out each of them

Deleting all of my faults would have been impossible

If you were not there to remove those flaws

Redemption of my spurted ideas would have been severe

If you were not there to slay those imperfections

Framing of my real sketch would have been laborious

If you were not there to wipe off those pin lines

Casting the best of my imagination would have been hard

If you were not there to wipe out their blemishes

Living a life of uncertainty would have been easier

If you were there to wrap all my misapprehensions

Leading life without you would have been elusive

Like a painter who makes a painting without an eraser.





© 2015 It's Me, The Miracle

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It's Me, The Miracle
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I absolutely love your style and adore the presentation of this beautiful write! The closing two lines sum it up so well and leave a sweet feeling of completeness in the readers mind. I enjoy your work so much Miracle! ~Sharon

Posted 3 Years Ago

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It's Me, The Miracle

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the encouraging review dear Sharon

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Added on January 13, 2015
Last Updated on October 12, 2015
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