no reserve

Thoughts that from my heart
Drip slowly to the floor
Leave me standing in a puddle
Of tears and pondering

What is the leak that from my
Veins flow- this quiet of time,
That lingers now upon a dirty
Ground waiting for me?

And this smile fastened to my mouth
Would you see the false lips curve
Or kiss the frailty that collects now
At my feet?

Innocence has no reserve
For when this well runs dry,
what will remain to quench
This hurt?

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