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WiltingMoon Sep 2016
Wishes fall
But never
**Die...
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
I let go of your hand,
And opened my eyes...
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
You and me,
We'll go and see.
What the world will bring,
Every time that we sing.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
Bleeding heart held in your hand
Something I will not understand
How can you watch blood drip?
How can you be the one to rip?
I remember giving you my heart
Say 'here so we can never be apart'
You smiled at me
Say we will always be we
Than you placed it in a chest
Somewhere it could rest
You took yours out as well
And chatted some kind of spell
About how we will always love
Even if one is above
Than you handed me a blood soaked rag
And I placed it in my bag
I whispered that it will be safe and sound
Even when you 6 feet in ground
Nod your head
And you fell dead
Had I known you would die right there
I would change fate for something more fair
It took me years upon years to see why you died
And know that I know, all I did was cry
To you for the reasons why
To the devil for your soul he did buy
To me for making see that for you to die
Was the only way for me to live

Because you made a deal with the devil
You made a deal with evil
You gave your years to me
So tomorrow I could see...
WiltingMoon Dec 2015
Scars on arms and thighs,
Sending her on a dangerous high.
Voice scream in mind,
While you tell her to be more kind.
Stomach badly aches,
As she sits and watches you bake.
Her vision slowly waters,
As you learn this is your daughter.
With scars,
And burns.
That's thin,
And weak.
She does it all,
While trying avoid the pull.
A pull that will take her forever,
When she wish most to me together.
For you to hold her near,
And say 'I'm with you dear'.
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
I remember you saying,
You couldn't think of the words to say.
That you weren't sure if the time would come again,
You were scared the window would close.
I told you, to keep trying.
That as long as you want to say something,
I will always be ready to listen.
I kept saying it was OK,
That the time will one day come.
But I knew what you wanted to say,
And I wanted to say it too.

— The End —