Stained

Posted by Brad Osborne on December 18, 2021 · 17 Comments 

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Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window

Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost

Refracting my life into the colors of the rainbow

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You speak to me in whispers when all alone

An unwelcome spirit seeking solaced refuge

Finding its home within my lovesick bones

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Like a long, dull ache that will not subside

You are a constant reminder of where it hurts

The ugly scar that shows how hard we tried

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You linger like a wisp of acrid smoke now born

In the extinguishing of a once ferocious flame

That can sting tears to the eyes of the forlorn

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You reside like a bad tattoo from the best of days

A permanent mark sunk deep into the skin

Where time can turn bright colors into all grey

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A vow made to her who sits on queenly throne

As sacred words become the long crusade

And pulls the knight from the safety of home

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There is something that can never be let go

A stain that cannot be washed away

With some purpose that I do not know

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