If My Pen Were A Friend We Would Not Be On Speaking Terms

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Black
The ink is so black
The words are so dark
I must be writing from the heart

The stains are so deep
The lines are so weak
I must be writing from the heart

Sad
The thoughts are so sad
The quill is so sharp
I must be writing from the heart

The strokes are so bleak
The notes are so scarred
I must be writing from the heart