Ever Dissected A Pencil?

Ever dissected a pencil?

Searched the very insides that make it what it is

Well I have

A pencil has a heart, like yours and mine

The pencils heart is full

It pounds faster when you hold it

And when you speak softly to it

A pencil has a brain, like mine and yours

It thinks, it cries, it gets angry, it gets dull

A pencil speaks for you

It is the translator between you and the paper

And at times, a peace keeper

And at other times, a love maker.

A pencil's wooden skin bears its scars

When it was neglected or reconnected with careful precision

Now do you want to dissect a pencil?