Clean
Why don't you come clean?
this sheen has rubbed away
all that's left is rotten decay
with a streak so mean
One by one, the colors fade
like some washed out sunset
one I'm hoping to forget
welcoming a burst of rain
Sometimes nothing comes clean
reputations so stained
names so maimed
all this world ever seems
is broken and tarnished
On the verge
of another eye opener
maybe just a tear jerker
another plain faced lurker
sad and sickly sweet refrain
calling out this name
mathiasthom
written 9/7/10
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