If petals of a rose wither
Red silken velvet to a crumpled brown
Oh heart why love?
If logs float freely
Electric river hit heavy
Oh heart why love?
Playing fingers cracking twigs
Iron fists pounding thorns
Nothing left, nothing new
Oh heart why love?
Drying dew, crappy sinew
Sad skeleton wilting eyes
Oh heart why love?
rosalinda flores martinez
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