So I write!

In the heart,
She loves to read and write.

Once, she talked about words
That breathed like her soul;
Initially, I was confused:
How do she breathes
And if there are enough words
For a heart, to
Read and write.

Again,
It’s hopeless, just to think about the heart.
In fact, words are useless
If they are to be buried like corpses.

Even more,
She knew nothing;
She only talked a rhyme, all life long.

And today,
I have some words, and
A heart.

So I write.