Letters heart felt fill inkwell quill in hand
Fills in lines measured count finds beat by each
mark drums a word start at touch felt tip pen
digs in as drives down in deeper impressions
more taken at heart held meaningful depths
where words were drawn from held together
as one were written to hold better than pressed in cover bound under loose sheets comes to find a heart of one unread
not for paper,
its heart looks in words first each to louder speak a piece thoughtfully meant so quarrels not in quills run free for feathers unquelled words fly off unleashed with first pressured touch by anger seen to tear as such were carved and cut in scars
to bleed blue ink
not for paper,
its heart colors careless mistakes marked corrections importance needed more read to better speak intent still stands not in silence accented where truth sinks in pools bled to run ink pleads for thought it begs for a minutes pause to consider if what's written meaningful is given up for more when read not by cadence heard and seen attentive when held to rise as chills captivated spines quiver when beauty speaks each word strums heartstrings quicker rhythm races off to seek desire sent to find emotion higher for more then two acquire is one to only find alone were truly once a lifetime given hope in luck by blessing still inspire more value worth investing reassures In interest it returns to spend by currency of time seeing words more currently define details to picture currently in mind
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