Under the Gaslight Glow

You make me feel Like I cannot trust myself No it couldn't possible be He loves me He wants what's best for me Maybe I'm crazy He says he loves me He says he wants what's best for me He says he doesn't understand why I'm acting this way Trust me, if you can't trust... Continue Reading →

Every Time

She flipped her hair As she snuggled deeper Into the pillow Whispering softly to him Do you ever write about me? Only every time I take pen to paper He replied -Kel Dayheart

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