| forget_the_fall ( @ 2009-10-06 16:41:00 |
| Entry tags: | poetry |
Tabula Rasa
Let the water run over me
and wash away what's unclean
the dirt the grime the sinfulness too
and everything that remains of you
Tabula rasa, I want to be pure
and start over, as if a newborn
let the water run hot, and imbue
because I want to be through with you