Rare Heart

Unlucky hearts grow black
as time withers their beats
Most beat a plump red,
the dull thrum of an ordinary life
But gold lines the veins of the rare
their energy an encompassing vibration
It colors their world, enticing
the rarest heart of all,
one that sees beyond a shiny finish
to love and nurture
instead of siphon and wither

✨Deferential Devil✨

Stormy Nights

Rain taps at my door asking to come in
The wind howls its cries to a lost love
Thunder rumbles and lightning darts
through the sky, a flash bulb in the dark
I listen, and feel, and smell the petrichor
never as happy as the nights when it storms

✨Deferential Devil✨