There is symmetry On the surface, that I do Believe to be false
Clingy
It was too close to call Too close for comfort Just too close Can't you back up Give me some room I can't even think You're too close -Kel Dayheart
Scorch
Smoke filled room Gotta get out Gotta get out Before the whole place Burns -Kel Dayheart
In Poor Taste
He and I Have spent most of our time Among the beggars In debt For crimes that we Did not commit Our only crime Was to be born On the wrong side Of poor -Kel Dayheart
Undone
I want to unravel his mastery Pieces by delicate piece Until I understand What makes him tick -Kel Dayheart
Hazardous
Worse case scenario Doesn't mean that is the only option It is just one of many possibilities That run rampant through my brain Taking root and planting seeds of discord To make my heart race in panic And ponder on "what if's" Moving quickly through until I am just an anxious mess -Kel Dayheart
Sweetheart
Warm, kind eyes Like melted caramel Sugar sweet Reflecting their temperament -Kel Dayheart
Lies of Youth
Life isn't fair Who ever told you that lied Probably the same person Who said you can achieve Anything if you work hard enough They lied -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #54
Is this enough? No.
Never- ceasing
Dragged through the mud Tarnished and dinged up Chipped in places Cracked in others Still I raise up again And stand on my own two feet -Kel Dayheart
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