Hey Doc

Doctor, dear Please prescribe

Solo Preferred

Anywhere but here With anyone but you

Occasionally, you'll meet People who only bring decay Rotting, hollowing you out Do not be afraid To prune and weed them away -Kel Dayheart

I could tell you Every word for love

There was a ghost of a ring Upon her hand

To love you Was to love a cactus Painful only to me

I hope you find What you were looking for Because it wasn’t in me

The explosion rocked the world Shattering it like it was made of glass

Their love was fog Too dense to see The fall ahead

I dreamt of you last evening Even after all this time