We Can Never Be Cleaned

 

These sheets are stained
They never changed
So many chances they've seen
So much skin to brush up against
The soap does not clean this kind of dirty
I put my hand on my face
Is this me?
I remember being small
Innocent
Covered in blue and white
Flying kites and running - 
Just running and being in the midst 
Of spectacular possibilities
- What I may become 
I had not tasted
The bitter sweetness of a kiss
Now I wish I never did
For it was just a kiss that led me
In to a world of decay and lonely 
Because it doesn't matter how many people love me. 
The next day, I will always be alone