Stand the test of time And you find very little Will survive, my dear Not you or I Will last Even if we love Until our last breath -Kel Dayheart
Fated
Fatal femme fatale Breaks more Than just unsuspecting hearts -Kel Dayheart
Quote of the Week #8
A little advice this week, very old advice. "Not my circus. Not my monkeys." -Polish Proverb -Kel Dayheart
Epiphany
It starts small In the moment between breaths When you're lacking oxygen The epiphany hits you Like a drop kick to the stomach Or slap to the head It ignites something Bigger than a fire cracker But more contained than a forest fire -Kel Dayheart
Constitution
This says something About me And I do not believe That it is A good thing -Kel Dayheart
Pulled Seams
My arms wrapped around my waist Does nothing to help Hold me together When my seams are shredded And my heart Is spilling out Bleeding for the world to see -Kel Dayheart
Shut Up
I never liked you I must confess From the first word To your last I just wished You would stop Talking -Kel Dayheart
Consumption
Wicked thoughts run round My head daily at all hours Until they consume Every action, every word Until I am consumed -Kel Dayheart
Empathic
There is a certain kind of beauty In your tragedy That makes everyone cry Not in pity though But with you To share in your sadness -Kel Dayheart
Earthquake Hands
There's an earthquake in my hands The tremor rack up And over my arms Until I feel it in every bone You shatter me -Kel Dayheart
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