I’ll wash away the remnants of you,
The way rain revitalises grass after drought.
I’ll scrub away your residue,
Then bathe in holy water, until I’m free of doubt.
I will be cleansed of your sins,
I’ll smell like roses and cream.
A new phase of my life begins,
A new phase where I can dream.
- Author: serenity-poetry (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2018 18:05
- Category: Love
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