Spoke

There was something In the way she spoke That spoke to me And I couldn't help But stop and stare -Kel Dayheart

On

Sunrise, sunset The day comes and goes Time rests for no mortal Sunrise, sunset Time goes on -Kel Dayheart

Impatient

They tell us All the time It will get better But when? I'm tired of waiting No one is that patient -Kel Dayheart

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