"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." -Mae West
Leaving
Decision made, it Is nothing more or less than An absolute death Sentence to her very being And breaking her poor old heart -Kel Dayheart
Without a Cause
It's long overdue But baby, I've always been A little bit Of a rebel Procrastination Is my nationality -Kel Dayheart
Poor Lighting
Candle light Burning bright Is such a sight In the dark dim night As my poor eyesight Adjust enough to write -Kel Dayheart
What a Sweetie
Dark chocolate skin With eyes to match As your lips pull into a smile My heart stops Only to go into overdrive I wonder if you taste As sweet as you look -Kel Dayheart
Appearance Of Grace
A dancer's lithe graced her form But the second she stepped Upon a dance floor She was more Of a baby gazelle Than that of a dancer -Kel Dayheart
Magician
He was made of magic From the gentleness of his hand To his loving gaze He was made of magic And I couldn't help But want to reach out to him -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #124
He is as faithful as the North Star.
Haiku #113
Caffeine in a cup When what I need is an IV Straight into the vein
Missed Feeling
My feet don't ache any more From standing and walking And standing some more For hours on end I didn't care that they ached Every single day As though I had been on glass Or maybe molten lava I didn't care Because every day My face ached just the same From smiling at every single... Continue Reading →
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