Dry Eyes

Blue eyes full of sadness Stay dry from sheer force of will She refuses to show That they can still Affect her -Kel Dayheart

Communication

To some Language makes us superior As though the scribbles written Upon deaden trees make us more- More than "common" animal   But does not the owl hoot? Nor the "common" wolf call out? Language is no more or less Than sounds made up And put into a system   Language is meant to Communicate... Continue Reading →

Inflection

I don't like The tone of your voice When you speak To me   I don't know What it is But I don't Like it   Don't talk Down to me I don't even talk up Speak at my level -Kel Dayheart

Painted Beauty

Baby doll, delicate in porcelain strength painted up in lovely formal   Baby doll, you're unreal perfection at its finest -Kel Dayheart

Mad Music

Sway to the musical poetry in the air Brings forth a mysterious craving The lullaby moving an addictive desire One only showing a passion’s fire But with the heart of a liar Life is never fair When all its people are madly raving -Kel  Dayheart *Repost

Won’t For(get)give

I've got an ax to grind It's made not of steel Or only man-made metal It is crafted from all the words You have spoken to me in anger That you have oh so conveniently forgot -Kel Dayheart

Reverie

You were a pipe dream I never thought Was really feasible You were just a dream To daydream over Not someone to win I never thought of you In actuality   Until I did Until we did -Kel Dayheart

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