Last Nerve

You are overprotective To the point, I feel held captive It's getting on my last nerve That you won't even curve Your insistent need to protect It's no wonder that I reject This behavior that I cannot condone Your true colors have shown -Kel Dayheart

Through a Lens

Filtering light through A camera lens   Seems to magnify Seems to diminish   The focus Captured moments   Making everything perfect Making everything fake -Kel Dayheart

Ignorance is Bliss

With rose- tinted glasses on Flouncing through life with blinders Blind to the true world Ignorance is bliss until It's forcibly taken -Kel Dayheart

Burning Oak

The deep timber of his voice Reminded her of old oak trees Standing tall for hundreds of years With a smokey quality That ignited a wild-fire Through her veins And ended up blooming on her cheeks -Kel Dayheart

Unfair

I find myself skeptical Of your narrow belief In how the world should work Whoever told you That the world would be fair? -Kel Dayheart

Mischief Wrought

Cheekily, he grins Unrepentant of his mischief Enjoying the chaos he has wrought Waiting eagerly to dance Among the ashes When all  has burned -Kel Dayheart

Day Light

The sun never sets here Day continues on Even as the hours pass Months go by And seasons change Still the sun continues to linger on -Kel Dayheart

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