A Lover's Pen

I pour out from the well of my soul
Into the devastated world of pain
The purity of my tears teaches me
The harshness over my innocence.
The angel of joy and happiness
Frightened for the empathy over me
A lone tear immersed in pain
Kissing the soil underneath the feet.
Bulkiness of the intuitions hidden
Spoil the thoughts with fear and dilution
Hope is lost and sometimes forgotten
That lasts into the dark world of thorns.

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