Every Time

She flipped her hair As she snuggled deeper Into the pillow Whispering softly to him Do you ever write about me? Only every time I take pen to paper He replied -Kel Dayheart

This is the End

Tear the nails out Rip up the floors Cave in the walls This is no home It never was I'll make it A mass grave For all the horrors You put me through Burying it for good -Kel Dayheart

Electrify

Lightening flows from her fingertips Invigorating my skin Lighting my nerves on fire Babe, you electrify me -Kel Dayheart

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