She whispered in the silence "It's okay to cry, I fell sad sometimes too."
Predictable
You are like A paint- by- number Already laid out Already planned No creativity No coloring outside The lines You are Predictable Without depth You come off Flat In this world of Fine arts -Kel Dayheart
Topsy-Turvy
Wonderland has lost Its wonder Now it's lackluster Dinged, tarnished Without the laughter That made it The way it was -Kel Dayheart
Unbalanced
I'll keep this brief As I know you have better things to do I loved you But I can't do this I love myself Too much to suffer In a relationship So one- sided -Kel Dayheart
Disappearing Appearance
She shattered his illusions Until he could no longer hide Behind his slight- of- hand And parlor tricks Until all he was Was on display In hi- definition -Kel Dayheart
Watering Flowers
Misery is A state of mind That grows As you water it With your tears -Kel Dayheart
Sycophant
Parasites feeding Off the meager talented souls A bottom feeder Living life off the success Of others, only taking -Kel Dayheart
Behind Closed Doors
We are a united front When in front Of a crowd But in private It seems That all, we can do Is fight And play a riveting game Of blame -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #49
He flattens his mouth Silencing himself so he Does not say the words
Near Sighted
With blurred vision I'm as blind as a bat Hopelessly trying To find my way Home in the darkness -Kel Dayheart
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