Sleek lines Tailored to perfection Not a hair out-of-place T's are crossed I's are dotted My god, my hands itch To reach out And blur those lines Pull of the suit Drag my hands through his hair To leave my mark On his perfection -Kel Dayheart
No Show
Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity
Faded Stains
I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake
Hey Doc
Doctor, dear Please prescribe
Solo Preferred
Anywhere but here With anyone but you
Prune Away the Deadweight
Occasionally, you'll meet People who only bring decay Rotting, hollowing you out Do not be afraid To prune and weed them away -Kel Dayheart
Sparkless
I could tell you Every word for love
Lost Love
There was a ghost of a ring Upon her hand
Prickly
To love you Was to love a cactus Painful only to me
Letting Go
I hope you find What you were looking for Because it wasn’t in me
Fragment of a Figment 