Spilling My Inkwells

A short poem about being Sad™.

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I’ll spill my inkwells whenever my heart breaks,

Build an empire out of words because I can.

My insides are shuddering and my soul aches

Because my love didn’t fit your master plan.

I forget to write poems when I’m happy;

I can’t put my finger on it when I’m glad.

But congratulations: you’ve inspired me.

You’ve brought out my talent by making me sad.

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