A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

My pen beats faster as I write with my heart

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

Everyone writes with hand, but very few can write with heart

You can learn things from a heart so bleeding
When love bargains with deceitful pleading
Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time
Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime