Only Room for Me

My back can no longer support your problems I'm like a fourth-grader Struggling to carry The weight of a backpack Filled to the brim With useless knowledge -Kel Dayheart

Stranger

I've come to this place again Waiting to see if you will I already know the answer But I'll still come and wait   I don't know you And you don't know me But that's the truth But that's the lie   We are perfect strangers Not one word spoken But common ground A common... Continue Reading →

Twitch

This coffee isn't settling my nerves If anything it's making me Twitch and continue to fidget Until I'm worse off than before -Kel Dayheart

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