Realistic in your approach You always seem so practical When faced with any issue Never putting up with nonsense Down- to- earth Feet planted firm No time for your head To be in the clouds Matter- of- fact down to the bone -Kel Dayheart
Pretense
A peculiar air About him, seems to surround Obscure, consume him So in reality no one Really knows his real, true self -Kel Dayheart
Sweetheart
Warm, kind eyes Like melted caramel Sugar sweet Reflecting their temperament -Kel Dayheart
Differences
The outcasts Of all the outcasts Is a very lonesome life But why, oh why Would we rather be With people like us Than meeting someone new -Kel Dayheart
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