Within seconds of finishing, he couldn't quite remember
Pardon
I don't remember you I'm sorry Should I? -Kel Dayheart
Old Photos
The color has faded From this photograph But I can never forget The bright red dress she wore -Kel Dayheart
Shatters
Icy blue eyes stare With no recognition And my heart S h a t t e r s F o r g o t t e n -Kel Dayheart
Contrary
I am suppressed. Not by some outside force, but by myself. I keep everything under lock and key. Secure. I know this girl. She… well, she isn’t like that. She’s a free spirit, steps to her own music. Compulsive. We’re not so different inside though. We laugh, we cry, we hope. And my... Continue Reading →
Blackout #64
She said "I have forgotten you it was a mistake".
Threadbare
Patchwork stitches String together these moments Held with the thinnest thread They still keep without snapping -Kel Dayheart
Dusty Days
In dusty old boxes That make me sneeze And my eyes to water I find remembrance In times past In times lost I sit and linger In those memories Before I put them back With care For another dusty afternoon -Kel Dayheart
State of Mind
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Imitation
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Fragment of a Figment 