used my heart

My pen started moving
My brain started thinking
Giving the command
To write a poem
A dozen note books maybe
Were wasted i couldn't write
As the words i though were quite unique
But still meaningless to me
My heart was in pain
I thought what could i gain
Suddenly my heart called out to me
To write with my heart was the wisest thing i had done
So the pain was all gone
But the words were beautiful

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