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Poetry By: mar1e

Tags: Joy, Life, Love, Hurt, Things

This came about after my cat spewed out its furball onto the carpet. I think I covered the lot about stains. I think.

Submitted:Jun 8, 2007    Reads: 115    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

will remain where they are
Like vomit on a sofa,
when you remove the stains,
the smallest of residues - still remains

from lipstick marks on clothes
The color might fade away
when you wash the stains,
the lipstick hues - still remains

as colored ink stays on skin
A good tattoo should stick,
when you rub the stains,
the work of art - still remains

on clay stones of a cat's litterbox
The stones mounds over the matter,
when you dispose the stains,
the strong stench - still remains

like a music in your conscience
That plays non-stop on and on,
when you erase the stains,
the song and lyrics - still remains

from pleasuring that someone
Comes about a liquid substance,
when you clean the stains,
the sweetness from it - still remains

inside your head called worry
Of all the bills you have to pay,
when you forget the stains,
the piece of paper - still remains

which is what emotions are in life
As when someone leaves you lonely,
when you remember the stains,
the presence of them - still remains

in the form of sexual lubrication
Left on purpose to start its 'course',
when you insert the stains,
the beauty of Mother Nature - still remains

in one's heart when it gets hurt
"Sorry" just feels like some word,
when you comfort the stains,
the lips forgive but hurt - still remains

from your love into my soul
You feed it with kisses and hugs,
when you lift the stains,
the heart wishes the stains - still remains


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