There is a softness That enters her eyes At the though of him   There is no doubt Or faking that She's in love -Kel Dayheart

Finding my Voice

Words hate me When I go to speak Out loud And soon the hate Is mutual And I stay silent   Words adore me And I them When written Out on every scrap Of paper Until it all comes pouring out   I may be silent But I will not be silenced -Kel Dayheart

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