White Linen Sheets

White linen sheets lined up one by one
Hoping to bask in the glory of the sun
A moments neglect and then they’ll be
Soaking in the rain of misery

Stain with confusion, cold with shame
They dry and cake with nothing but hurt
No use is the next hour of repent
Left are the spots of resent

Tired and worn they cover your bed
Seeking refuge they cradle your head
Holding you close tasting your skin
A moments tenderness is not only what they need

Laying down they open their hearts
Drawn to the smell of you
Oh please take them in
Yet all you do is walk away, leaving the bed in disarray
How they cling and sing you praise
Oh all you do is walk away

Prepare the solutions!
Bring out the scrubs
Wash these wounds, rub in the salt
Tear at their skins
Come wash away!
Remove these bruises
Come wash away!

What is left is nothing but holes
White lined sheets you don’t have to fold
Throw them away!
They have no feelings
Throw them away!
They’re better of dead
Since all you do is walk away