Windows of My Heart

As I finish cleaning the windows of my heart, You follow behind me, Wit your greasy fingers, Smearing the glass, Hitting every spot i worked so hard to clean, Love's residue, Lusts drippings, And you fingerprints from clutching my heart, You let it go before i was ready, Ready to clean, And just as i finish, You grab it briefly, Just to ruin what cleanliness i had, I do nothing, But stare in amazement, Swearing i wont let it happen again, But in actuality, That brief moment, was better than having streak free windows, As a grab my bucket and cloth, I walk back to the beginning, Smiling sarcastically, lauging at my vulnerablity. As i begin again, Cleaning the windows of my heart.