“Clean”
by MRY
I hope I grace your dreams,
Dressed in pale blue, brown mane dancing,
Red lips with long lashes, laughing at the wind
and tempt your Fate you said was right but makes you doubt.
I hope you still see me,
For what I am and what I was.
Pre-war, before the storm,
A classic siren calling to her ship without reply.
I hope my ghost visits you
And from time to time you wish her well.
You kiss her softly and tell her its fair
To be transparent and to die again.
I hope you love twice as hard
Than before, to know that love was real
and Love was right, and all was good
within the world before that night.
I hope I never think of you again,
I hope this song erases you from mind
and body, soul and heart, eyes and ears;
The scars left rough before the clean.
Talented Southerner 