This anger
Seems but a lava, of tears
Erupted, in your shrunk heart
To find a vent out
This fear
Seems but an ice, of tears
Frozen, in your paralysed heart
To find a warm corner
This melancholy
Seems but a stream, of tears
Leaking, from your torn heart
To find a place to be
This perversion
Seems but a dried residue, of tears
Lost, in your stony heart
To find a way out
This pride
Seems but a spring, of tears
Oozing, from your punctured heart
To find a breathing space
Let me give a way
Let me stand aside
Let them flow
Till you are pure
For my love
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