My darling little girl Mama knows it hurts all the time But now is the time To sew the jagged pieces Of your torn heart together -Kel Dayheart
Staged
With the grace of a swan A spine of steel And beaten feet She danced her heart out In the end Out of breath With an ache soul deep Applause only soothed The surface pain -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #20
"She burned too bright for this world." -Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights A bit of a simple quote this week. It's a concept that interests me, that some people feel or are too much for this world. Don't let anyone tell you, you are too much like it's an insult. -Kel Dayheart
Forgotten Song
Let the caged bird go She's not needed any more She can no longer Remember the melody Or carry a tune She is done Too tired to be Who she used to be Her spirit has been broken -Kel Dayheart
Bedtime Comforts
You are a lie Told to comfort But it is only an illusion A false warmth To blanket others in -Kel Dayheart
Crash
Caffeine rushes through my blood In an empty rush That slowly crashes Like the driver Who thought he could make it Those last few miles Before sleep -Kel Dayheart
Another Too Long Day
My back feels like it's breaking Into a thousand pieces That I am at the end I don't think I can even hope To glue the pieces back together -Kel Dayheart
Losing Time
She looked wistfully into the distance Thinking of dreams long lost To the stream of time She lost herself to the past -Kel Dayheart
Impatient Anticipation
I can feel my heartbeat Throughout my whole being Ears turning an eye-catching pink As I try to breathe But I can't calm down Not with what is about to happen -Kel Dayheart
Only a Few Seconds
Maybe in life We are only granted These small moments Of perfection -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 