<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wooden Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the fire warms my eyes<br>I cannot not burn myself<br>Inside<br>As the cold hands all my cries<br>I cannot not loosen the flaws I have, hold<br>Inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I use some wood to make my heart<br>I throw the blooming flowers in the fire<br>that grow from my wooden heart apart<br>And those sticks I hold between my broken hands<br>I throw them in the remaining cold<br>The flames as they slowly eat my grown respect<br>The fright that fearlessly warms my eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I' ve learnt to appreciate my multiple faces<br>Respect my wooden hearts all the exhausted made-up tears<br>I've been taught how to show gracious respect to my clothes made of laces<br>And how to be incapable to bare my nudity inside the cold<br>In the weirdest crowded and vacant places<br>Between all the exhausted made up cries<br>And their coldest faces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bleed, I'm touched<br>I feel moved like I'm taking far too much<br>I tear as I let the fire stop<br>I'll burn my heart<br>My wooden heart<br>And as I lie<br>I'll let the freezing cold<br>Regain my trust<br>And burn me till I die</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I burn my wooden heart<br>At last i get control now<br>In my wooden<br>paralyzed<br>cold<br>hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katerina+Val">Katerina Val</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584126" data-title="Wooden Heart de Katerina Val" data-description="As the fire warms my eyes I cannot not burn myself Inside As the cold hands all my cries I cannot not loosen the flaws I have, hold Inside As I use some wood to make my heart I throw the blooming flowers in the fire that grow from my wooden heart..."></div> </div> </div>

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