The blank walls of a prison cell are clean
The orphanages downtown are clean
The surgery rooms in the hospital are clean
The bank with no money in it is clean
The tears running down your cheeks make your face clean
An abandoned house, too big to be taken care of is now empty, clean
The room of the child that died last week is now clean
A heart that is broken has nothing left in it
It is empty, clean
A writers room with their books is messy
The dresser of a fashionista is messy
The garden filled with ripe food is teeming, messy
A girls hair intouched by the ocean is messy
The house down the street with seven energetic kids is messy
The smiles of raw joy are crooked, messy
A heart that is beating
crazy in love is messy with the feelings it contains
I am Messy
And you can't change me
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
It Started With A Thought
PuisiPoems on anything, everything, and whatever's in between.
