see? - it stains
and stains forever
painting scars that never heal
- leaving proof that it was real -
stains that from a distance
shift like sands in waves across the desert
clouding all our better times
it stains
wash me clean
take this stain
i dont want it on me no more
make it new; make it clean now
let me start again
and live again
and love again
wash me
but - i know it stains
and stains forever
etching scars that never heal
- reminding me that it was real -
stains that from a distance
shift like sands in waves across the desert
choking all our better times
it stains
Let me remove the angst from your....back.... THERE!! I am getting accustomed to the way you write... I've seen that place before too... stains... thank DAD for spot removers...whether physical or otherwise...
Onto the musings page now....
listen to the song "Scars" by Papa Roach. and very awesome poem although its sad.