May 2017
You left
your dirt
at my door
and when I tried to
sweep you away,
tears fell,
making mud.
How typical,
I sighed,
your filth and
my cries --
the rancid glue that
stains lives.
your dirt
at my door
and when I tried to
sweep you away,
tears fell,
making mud.
How typical,
I sighed,
your filth and
my cries --
the rancid glue that
stains lives.
