These aren't tears, my dear;
They're just narratives and memories
Spilling from my eyes.

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It's not an ink that
drips on paper,
It's my truth that
I can write with
closed eyes and open heart.

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My heart bleeds to ink my pen..
Feelings flow through my soul
and drip on paper....
But you're the poem that was
etched on my soul by divinity itself.

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No ! I'm not broken
If I had been so, I
Would have entirely
Lost myself..
But yes ! I'm cracked
And thus, I lose
A little bit of myself
Every time when
I try to hold the
Dripping bits of you !!

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"Son, you again kept the faucet running!", his father said.
Somewhere someone was waiting for the faucet to drip a single drop to quench his thirst.

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We stop talking
(of conversation) -
Cease the broken flow
(of chatter)
that drips
drips
drips
drips -
uneven -
from confused
faucet-mind
and as droplets
hit the sink,
a tap becomes
a metaphor
for closure

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He let my heart drip
While I can’t even dip

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Your breaths striking
My neck my lips
My bosom and slipped
The skin craves
For your embrace
holding and Spreading
My Interwined legs
The gates so far
are dripping wet .

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My heart was once a leaky faucet,
I let my emotions drip from my arms.
I couldn't repair my heart,
So I mend the pathway.
Now it drips blue through my pen.

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There is a flame,
At a distance to mine;
We glow a different light,
Dripping the same shadow.

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