Sitting in a bathroom stall,
Reading graffiti on the wall,
Each phrase has a story to tell,
So I add my own as well.
Tales of crushes on no one I know,
Even under the white paint's glow,
When she loved him forever- did he love her too?
Or did it end like most things do.
There are insults aplenty,
Not often do you see so many,
So and so is a boyfriend stealing hoar?
Well that's what it says on the door.
With all the people that wrote their name,
You might guess that it was a game,
Yet all will be gone by next semester,
Covered by paint for the next ink tester.
I get up and leave out the door,
Shouldn't be out of class for much more,
"Sara was here" is left behind,
On the wall that I too had signed.
