Trash, hope and happiness

Trashing perfect scenes
With pierced and broken dreams
Tell me why you had to spoil my happy thoughts
A life of lush and bliss
Will never be like this
When a faint smile is all you have to muster
But in dark nights stained with hope
In hand a clean towel and new soap
You can wash away the tears that try to stain
A new gleam in your eye
As you stare up at the sky
Looking further than the grime of distant past

Poem by Cough Syrup

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