I'm all set up I'm ready to go And then Nothing I find no inspiration In this page In this space I sit and stare at Nothing -Kel Dayheart
Soulless
I try so hard But it all falls flat Paper thin Without meaning- Without soul I might as well Stop writing -Kel Dayheart
Dead Muse
Creativity kills me As my muse expires
Once More
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Sweet Nothings
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Long Walks
I adore Long walks
Quite
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Grapevine
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Drawing Board
No matter what I come up with It seems I am always And forever Going back To the drawing board -Kel Dayheart
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