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
Fragment of a Figment 