lagrimas 'n writing after you've thought

Leave it to me to find 'n understand some truth in my shamed shell.
Love letters dripped with lacrimal ink, far better than that of a standard pen, no? For they are more truthful. My hands are out, undeserving as they are, about my carpeted floor.. No pen to grasp.. The room from which I send my sentiments, littered with solvent 'n dye. I send all my love. From shaky hands. And tomorrow I will shine my smile. And grab my pen. And write I love you. And that is more truthful for me. The ink that is better does not always write what the heart wants.
-sp.val