My painted red lips Should be a warning sign To all who would dare To take what isn't theirs Beware -Kel Dayheart
What was Lost
Dreary instant Where the realization hits And the missed moments Never to come about Grow more important Than what was truly lost -Kel Dayheart
Not What I Signed Up For
I am not your mother And I'm tired Of acting like one I'm no older than you So I should not Need to baby you so -Kel Dayheart
A Reminder
It's hard to hear Something continuously Without starting to believe That it's true You are not The labels That they call you So please, don't believe -Kel Dayheart
Worthless Wishes
Wishes are A dime a dozen It's actions that are Worth more than Money can manage -Kel Dayheart
Seeking Knowledge
It doesn't matter How much you know There will always be Something that you Don't -Kel Dayheart
Unedited
Polaroid pictures Just like Old typewriters Relics but Oh so good Mistakes are made And kept Can't edit the photo Can't backspace Just there to stay -Kel Dayheart
Loneliness Creeps In
Disorientated and left confused Lingering in the dust Forgotten, used up There is no clarity Only solitary confinement -Kel Dayheart
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Blank. My page My mind Blank. -Kel Dayheart
Distasteful Hobbies
Shooting birds from the window Watch as they scatter And dance their way To some far off distance There is something satisfying in it Even when it's distasteful -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 