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
All is Swell
Old black and white Seems so simple Even with its shades of gray The hero is straight forward And always gets the girl With the villain in shackles Then the words "The End" appear All is swell -Kel Dayheart
Derailed
Staring off into the distance Is a fruitless endeavor When your train of thought Is already derailed -Kel Dayheart
Nirvana
Is there any better way To spend a night Than surrounded by books? -Kel Dayheart
Impulse
A thing I cannot stop While my pulse continues -Kel Dayheart
Minimum Wage
This raise seems like A demotion as All I see is me Losing the little I've gained -Kel Dayheart
History Maker
A girl with moxie Isn't forgotten Within history She is too busy Making it to be lost -Kel Dayheart
Just a little rhyme
I haven't a clue On how the bird flew Across the sky blue But I knew It was true. -Kel Dayheart
Perfect Fit
Wrap around you Like a well-worn sweater Do you feel The same comfort As I? -Kel Dayheart
By Rote
With delicate fingers raised To dance along In long remembered movements No longer needing a rehearsal Following the same steps Since early childhood -Kel Dayheart
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