slick white tile
I crash again
water droplets run from my hair
to my feet
and swirl down the drain
in one last hoorah
No matter how much I scratch
rub or claw
the **** that surrounds my skin
will never come loose
down the drain goes
my love for people
my trust in you and
thoughts and feelings
that used to make me smile
someone cleanse me this ick
make me pure again
remove the soil from my heart
and start anew
or turn me into something beautiful
where the dirt remains in my chest
make me a garden
water me, give me plenty of sunshine
and I will forever devote myself
to living, breathing and existing once more
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
slick white tile
I crash again
water droplets run from my hair
to my feet
and swirl down the drain
in one last hoorah
No matter how much I scratch
rub or claw
the **** that surrounds my skin
will never come loose
down the drain goes
my love for people
my trust in you and
thoughts and feelings
that used to make me smile
someone cleanse me this ick
make me pure again
remove the soil from my heart
and start anew
or turn me into something beautiful
where the dirt remains in my chest
make me a garden
water me, give me plenty of sunshine
and I will forever devote myself
to living, breathing and existing once more
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