Feelings are hurt,
The heart is broken.
Nothing to write,
Yet ink is spilt.

Soaking the paper,
Covering it all.
Hiding the emptiness,
It painted the paper dark.

Something might be
Written,
But there is no way now.
Cause no place is left,
As the ink is spilt all over.
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