I am the cornerstone Of this moment I am its heart It consumes me Until I am Only this moment -Kel Dayheart
Crass
Tactless, is the way you speak Especially, when speaking to me -Kel Dayheart
She Loves Me Not
Love is a choice That I choose Not to part take in
Scramble
I am scrambling To find the words
A Riddle for You
What was less yesterday More today, and
Given Freely
She never had to ask He freely gave
Taste
I can taste a bitter wine Upon your tongue
Infinite
I could not Love you
Reason Why
I love you Just because
Inner Fire
He seemed to radiate warmth As he held me tight
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