All she left Was a lipstick stain On his cheek As she walked away After one perfect Moment -Kel Dayheart *Title is the name of a lipstick, in case you were wondering.
Heart of Ice
Cold hands Do not mean Warm hearts Sometimes People are just Cold blooded -Kel Dayheart
Douse It Out
There is not enough wine To drown out the sound Of your laughter While she is in your arms Instead of me -Kel Dayheart
She Loves Me Not
Love is a choice That I choose Not to part take in
Scramble
I am scrambling To find the words
A Riddle for You
What was less yesterday More today, and
Given Freely
She never had to ask He freely gave
Taste
I can taste a bitter wine Upon your tongue
Infinite
I could not Love you
Reason Why
I love you Just because
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