Stained... all over my favorite shirt...
One of those tuff ass stains...
not made from dust, or dirt...
Nor green of the grass, from sliding across,
Not drip of mustard, or jelly, or pie...
This shirt has been ruined by something much worse...
A permanent, everlasting dye.
Stained... what can I do,
This stain is stuck on my shirt like glue...
but it's red, and it's deep,
And it's just getting bigger...
so much bigger, so much wider,
How it does that, my thoughts do styme...
It seems as tho it flows from beneath my shirt,
Ever flowing, all the time.
Stained... Stained from the heart,
color that flows like the ocean...
How in the world, can I ever figure out,
how to wash out such a stained emotion...?
Stained.. my favorite shirt...
not by spill, or splash,
not by squeeze or squirt...
It's not even been stained by darkest of dirt...
I'm afraid it's been stained by hurt.
I'm afraid it's been stained by hurt...

With Equescent thoughts,
FroznChild

Beautiful, as usual.

You have been missed, Benjamin.

Cool.
I'm off to a poetry read at the library tonight.

GREAT WRITE Frozen,,,,,
and Fifties,,,Get in here with some of your bad self,,,,lol
Let me see some of that art man,,I like your poems....

Good to see you Iam4U... Thanks for the compliment...
And Forever should post more things... excellent writing as well.
Rock on JSH.

What am I, chopped liver?

Nice write...

TAB

Why Miss. Hiker,,,lol SEEMS i've heard that before,lol,lol
And YOU could NEVER be chopped liver sweety.....


Maybe PRIME-RIB,,,,lol but NEVER chopped liver,lol


Thanks Frozen, I been good man,nice ta see your work again....

Look at Hiker trying to make us feel bad... Lol.
Of course you're top in our ranks hikerchickkkkkkkkk....
see how much you make me stutter?

Better!!!

Is that the royal "we" Benjamin; as in "We are not amused"?

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