dara.cv
11-04-2013, 02:11 AM
My hands are left scoured
from the polishing of last night's past.
My tears dry sour
disinfecting the memories now amassed.
My lips are unridden
of the streaks left from the plight.
All that remains hidden
is the dirt that is now out of sight.
how to clean what is left
from this fragile glass?
Though you can now see through it
It's as tarnished as frequently handled brass.
from the polishing of last night's past.
My tears dry sour
disinfecting the memories now amassed.
My lips are unridden
of the streaks left from the plight.
All that remains hidden
is the dirt that is now out of sight.
how to clean what is left
from this fragile glass?
Though you can now see through it
It's as tarnished as frequently handled brass.