my quill bleeds out as i open up to it,
staining pages and pages with its tears,
crying for words it cannot speak,
and i beg it to understand them for me,
but my mind speaks a different language,
that no wasted ink can translate.
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Touch My Heart
Poetry"Touch my heart and feel my pain." [☆] a glimpse into my soul.
my quill.
my quill bleeds out as i open up to it,
staining pages and pages with its tears,
crying for words it cannot speak,
and i beg it to understand them for me,
but my mind speaks a different language,
that no wasted ink can translate.