My poem

Arguments is oil running down your hand

Using different types of oil will not help

Leaving dirty stains all over your friend

Soon you will only feel clueless yourself

Gush! Shedding tears is like a running tap

However washed, your hands are still filthy

Heading for nowhere on a complex map

You only feel good when your friend’s guilty

Reasonable words are a lot like soap

They wash the oil away making them soft

And soon you’ll tumble down memory slope

Once the water’s running it washes the soap off

I wonder when sweet memories will last

But they’re just set aside as time goes past