My pen yearns to express the heart's deepest pain,
But my mind hesitates and the words remain,
My hand trembles and the pen poised in mid-air,
Longing to connect the heart and the paper.
For only when the nib touches the heart's core,
Can emotions flow and the truth be stored,
The prick of the pen sets the heart's feelings free,
And on paper, my deepest emotions can be.
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