How am I Supposed to know If you don't Tell me? -Kel Dayheart
Loving Love
Doe-eyed girls can't help But fall in love With the idea of love And when your love is an idea You are blind To all the warning signs -Kel Dayheart
Atlas Falls
The crushing weight of reality Breaks my bones And leaves me a jagged mess Of sharp brittle pieces -Kel Dayheart
History of Justice
We have a history Of blaming the victim For being weak For deserving it For asking for it Forgetting the monster Who did the heinous crime Where is the justice? -Kel Dayheart
Inspiration
How is it that a simple change in scenery can inspire Such a frenzy of writing -Kel Dayheart
In Morning Light
Don't bring flowers For my grave Leave them For someone Still around To appreciate them -Kel Dayheart
Finding Sense
I want to paint The world in my colors Until it makes Some sort of sense -Kel Dayheart
Moving too Fast
Hurry up to catch up Only to be told To pause, wait a minute We're not ready -Kel Dayheart
Leftovers
I feel like Leftover chinese Forgotten in the fridge For over a wekk -Kel Dayheart
Bleeding Gums
I'd rather eat glass Than have your lips Upon me anywhere -Kel Dayheart
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