(15 january)

Dirty Laundry

Days are cold
Night are long
Each moment so lonely
Each second and minute
Extremely heart breaking
Time is running out
Still we don't make sense
All this dirty laundry
Stinking to the extreme
I'm way too young to be soaking in this dirt
I'm way to human to be living this way
In the depth of terrible despair
I curse myself for letting you keep this dirt
The things I didn't understand back then
Are very clear to me now
Seeing right through you
The shadow of your little own
Bathing in the dirt
I just can't figure it out
Why you soaking in this unclean space
The terrible pains of yesterday
And the fears of tomorrow
Underlines the need for voicing my concern
I swear all this dirty laundry
Carry heavy weight
It's something I can't keep clean
It's pushing me past the breaking point
Can't stay this low forever
I honestly don't want to hate you
Clear all this dirt mess
When you still have the time
See through all your actions
And clean up your dirty laundry
Till the end of forever
I want to love only you

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013
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By Ibrahim Sumayya

Dirty Laundry

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