Warm

Lukewarm tea Still warms my palms As they clutch on With feverish hope That it may warm me Down to my chilled bones -Kel Dayheart

Chance

Change comes whether we are Ready or not Sometimes it is our choice Sometimes it just happens -Kel Dayheart

Tension

This unstoppable ache Will not leave my chest It leaves me gasping Breathless and heartbroken -Kel Dayheart

Cold Front

Snowflakes whirlwind in chaos So it's no longer a pretty flutter But a brewing storm That may be stronger Than us -Kel Dayheart

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