Kayla Daley

The Fire of Desire
The Warmth of Breath
Very Much of Touch
Can't Miss no Kiss
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Books photographs and letters
trash in many tatters
dirty clothes on the floor
No more by my door
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the giver
opens the tiny box
a big smile follows
waves of Christmas lights
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The art of giving is the truest living
Expecting from one nothing in return
No matter the sacrifice, cost, or significance that is lost
The wise purity of this great action is very easy to discern
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Between us was a huge ball of heat
Halfway where my body had decided itself to seat
It was dark except for the red, yellow, blue, and white
Coming from the fire - our light
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I have a list of people i love
and none of them are last
because that would be extremely rude
it grows as the days become known as past
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Repentance eludes us all
Because we all keep going back into sin
That we all live in
We are not perfect
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Your love for me was a snowflake
Before I could see it, it melted into nothingness and became liquescence
The cold, tiny drops of water ran like diamonds slipping through my fingertips
I never got to hold it while its beauty was greatest or while it was whole, although every droplet of it fits inside my heart like puzzle pieces
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we watch
a red maple leaf
drifting down...
yin-yang tattoo-
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daytime shooting star
sharing my company
beneath a tree
his hand brushes mine
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the moments with you
seem to pass away quickly
feather rose
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I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
Your face takes up my vision,
And when you touch my hand,
Into my skin electric heat does seep.
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he plays
for a violinist's spirit
Love's Sorrow
fills the piano room
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your bottle of vodka falls from your hand in the dark
your skin starts to show death's mark
how i wish I could save you from yourself
but I let go of your hand to save myself
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Every time I look at your face
I find heaven's grace
that melts my heart of steel
and again allows me to feel
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Our hearts begin to race
Our thoughts become slow pace
Our emotions larger than life
Could damage like a knife
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Our souls are like the newly spring grass
To be discovered under a colorful leaves' mass.
As time races by, we must remove them
To see what lies beneath, a beautiful gem?
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I pound the wall with this hammer
As the situation becomes more damnable
He is right on the other side
Why must he hide?
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Her Kiss is intoxicating.
My body is imprisoned in a fiery blush.
Her goddess dance attracts lust
Her eyes, hot as the sun, are shining.
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