I am tired of love and all its endeavors
The joy it brings and then later severs
The ink from my pen runs dry on the page
My heart grows tired of taking the stage

Its songs of woe are no longer desired
Brokenness no longer leave it inspired
My days as a poet have run its course
For love and pain are no longer my source


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