As years creep by I seem to dread More and more My raising age As I have Very little to show For it -Kel Dayheart
Reproduction
Shades of blue smeared Across the canvas space In chaotic swirls That is somehow elegant Enough to be reproduced Thousands of times Trying to capture the same Feel of the first -Kel Dayheart
Quiet Enjoyment
Days of peaceful silence Are hard to find Especially for those like me Where silence can change With one stray thought -Kel Dayheart
Bad Habits
Everyone is hungry From birth to death We want And we consume In a continuous, vicious cycle -Kel Dayheart
Salty
Crocodile tears Do not move me To be sympathetic -Kel Dayheart
Too Many Options
I can't figure out What I want Besides in the vaguest notions That do not help Me to decide Which path to take -Kel Dayheart
Explosive
I can find no exit In this relationship
Just Because Flowers
He seemed the type Of guy to buy a girl flowers Guess I’ll never know
No Show
Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity
Faded Stains
I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake
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