You are a fine delicacy That I have never had The pleasure to have And hold Such as you are, my dear -Kel Dayheart
Tarnish
Everything you touch Turns to sterling When all you ever wanted was Gold -Kel Dayheart
Stop Light
A greenish, grey coats the sky With ominous black clouds rolling in If only the light would turn green Maybe then I’d reach home before the storm -Kel Dayheart
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