Oh I wish I could wash
My soul
It’s getting dirty you see
If only I could soap and splash it
wipe the grime
Scrub its poor edges clean
It’s only natural for a soul
To get a little dirty
From time to time
It walks along
Takes in every thought
Everything filters through
It keeps all the worst and best
Of you
And everything in between
If only I could wash mine
I’d work on yours too
I’d help you, I would
And we’d be sqeaky clean together
Just me and you
Author notes
first poem in so very long, leave tons of comments, especially helpful ones! thanks
Written July 14th, 2004
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