Pens are not just filled with black ink,
They're filled with your emotions.
Papers are not just empty sheets.
They're tellers to your every motion.
Swaying the pen across the paper,
Not sure if you should pour it out.
It's better when the Ink speaks,
To let it all be written than to shout.
When the Ink make contact with the paper
Thats when there's no going back.
The paper now is precious
Because it fixes our leftover crack.
If the pen stopped moving,
Thats when everything is falling apart.
To the point where now writing
Won't be able to fix our broken heart.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
