Pristine soul

Smothered in trash,
Promises left to decay,
Hopes and memories,
Laying broken in a massive heap,
Trash bags filled with unanswered smiles,
The dust has settled on these tired eyes,
Cleaning out my baggage this time,
Scrubbing the pain,
Scouring the memories,
My blood is pumping happiness again,

Replacing fixtures that were such staples in our lives,
Dirty habits, so filthy and unclean,
Our house was flyblown, not a home,

So its time,
Now I can paint my heart a new shade of passionate red,
Brand new sheets kissing with possibilities,
A fresh new start, scented with truth.


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