To Think On

Over-thinker Under thinker Through thinker Maybe just a tinker I can't wrap My head around My thoughts -Kel Dayheart

Strength in Different Forms

His hands are different from mine Course in a way that shows Just how capable they are While mine are thin and scream delicate From the tips of my fingers To tapered wrist -Kel Dayheart

Forgotten Straggler

It's on the tip of my tongue But it clings to the end Like sticky honey And in a flash It's gone with barely a remembrance Vibrating in my head -Kel Dayheart

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