All she left in her wake Were lipstick stained coffee cups -Kel Dayheart
Dance like Noone’s Watching
She was the type of dancer That looked the same In the privacy of her bedroom As she did on the dance floor All it took Was confidence -Kel Dayheart
Self Censorship
I am a woman Meant to write in pencil So I can easily Erase my mistakes -Kel Dayheart
Edit
I forgot how it felt To feel confident to write Straight into a journal Without feeling the need To constantly edit myself Before all the words stream -Kel Dayheart
A Cause for Claws
He strutted into the room Like an alley cat With a confidence That had been sharpened Into his favorite weapon -Kel Dayheart
Stooped
I have broken my backbone And I will never again stand tall It is much too shattered To ever be what it was -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 