stained

Mostly just darkness, where did the shine go?

It's somewhere, it's somewhere, it's somewhere, I know.

Reach deep inside, where the roses still grow.

Where the thorns prick your fingers and the blood drips slow.

Puckered lips to the wound will make it all better.

But kisses can't erase red on the new, white sweater.

Bleach and soaps and swirling suds,

can't wash away all the blood.

Time to buy a new blouse to replace the old.

Time to give up this stain and the torment it holds.

Mostly just darkness, where did the shine go?

It's somewhere, it's somewhere, it's somewhere, I know.