Wooden heart

I am selling my art
These carvings on a wooden heart Dead,

The whispers of a first love
The roses are drying,
Why do I hold onto her petals?



Another moon

Even the devil loves,
Hugs and smile

Blood in his veins boils
Cold tears run down his lips,
Where the moon shines in the midnight

He warms her heart in his chest
Embracing the color of her soul,
Into the nothingness of the fading ashes
The once white petals of a virgin rose

When she wished for a falling star
And lo, the heavens opened
Her heart she waged
If only it could last another moon


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