Is there any better way To spend a night Than surrounded by books? -Kel Dayheart
Impulse
A thing I cannot stop While my pulse continues -Kel Dayheart
Minimum Wage
This raise seems like A demotion as All I see is me Losing the little I've gained -Kel Dayheart
History Maker
A girl with moxie Isn't forgotten Within history She is too busy Making it to be lost -Kel Dayheart
Just a little rhyme
I haven't a clue On how the bird flew Across the sky blue But I knew It was true. -Kel Dayheart
Perfect Fit
Wrap around you Like a well-worn sweater Do you feel The same comfort As I? -Kel Dayheart
Stunted Silence
Sit pretty, don't talk No one wants To hear your stuttered speech -Kel Dayheart
By Rote
With delicate fingers raised To dance along In long remembered movements No longer needing a rehearsal Following the same steps Since early childhood -Kel Dayheart
Scribble Away
Scribbles in a coffee shop Do not make them Any better, any worse Than those scribbled in my room -Kel Dayheart
Simpler Times
Whatever happened to simple joys Those things of wonder That we enjoyed so much in childhood Like the art of making paper airplanes Or just digging in the dirt -Kel Dayheart
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