Strength in Different Forms

His hands are different from mine Course in a way that shows Just how capable they are While mine are thin and scream delicate From the tips of my fingers To tapered wrist -Kel Dayheart

Falling in Love

He's a fast- time talker He's a smooth talker He's a charming charmer   Starry-eyed and feeling flush Half convinced I'm in love Half convinced I'm going crazy   It's a whirlwind It's a dreamscape It's a hope in us all   I guess that's why it's called Falling in love   -Kel Dayheart

Wasting Coffee

My coffee gets cold On a constant basis As I get lost in My book, phone, head Oh well I guess it's time To sleep -Kel Dayheart

Long Odds

Life isn't a logic game Somethings happen by chance Even when we crunch the numbers You cannot predict for certainty -Kel Dayheart

Staring Into Space

I'm all set up I'm ready to go And then   Nothing   I find no inspiration In this page In this space   I sit and stare at Nothing   -Kel Dayheart

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