Hello,
I am a very outgoing person, very spontaneous, very loveable, and caring, but I am a little shy at first. I have lived in AZ for 9 years now, moved here from WI; I am who I am, I'm only 22 and I'm sure in the next couple years I will change, whether that be my body, my lifesyle, my heart.

"Healing my heart first...love will have to wait." Would like to meet mature, funny, outgoing individual who generally enjoys life, doesn't know where they're going, but will live each day to it's fullest potential til they find their happy place.


You held me dear to your heart
for so long.
It's hard to believe it's been ten years,
you've been gone.
I've cried a million tears for you;
I see you in my dreams.
I try to keep my head held high,
with the exception of today it seems.
I try to keep this day from coming,
but it happens once a year.
When all the moments of my childhood;
become my fears.
Because I never wanted to live my life without you;
I never wanted to let you go.
But every year, on this day;
my heart sinks so low.
The Sorrow on loved one's faces,
As each one holds a single white rose.
As my tears are inconsoleable,
but I see now this is how loves goes.
So on this day I keep writing to you;
because this hurts so much inside.
To remember Easter Sunday,
as the day your Grandfather died.

March 22nd 2008-ShyKBear



She loved the time they spent, She loved what he had to say, but nothing she did, could explain what happened that day.

It was like every other morning, she was visiting some close friends, but when her cell phone rang and it was him, her happiness did end.

She laughed at him, like it was nothing, but deep within she died, and when they hung up, with all emotion she hung her head to cry.

Furthermore, he fell out of love, but he couldn't tell her the truth, because he wasn't trully ready, and wanted to stay in his youth.

The rest of her life he influenced her, and her love turned into hate, and never again did she put her heart out there, for some stupid fool to take.

-Kay Dunaway



In love...

There is no room for error, no real way to say good bye, nothing to keep yourself from heart break...if only I could cry. If I have deceived you so, I am truly sorry; I never thought it would come to this, I never thought I could love another, like I love your tender kiss. I had no right to impede your life, turn your world upside down, what was once a smiling face I saw...today is only a frown. The guilt is eating away at me, the pain I feel for you........I see it now; I am easy to fall in love with; yes it is true. I am sorry for hurting feelings, sorry for bringing a false hope; I only wish the best for you now...if only I can cope. Live with the pain I have left behind me; a heart that has been torn in two, live with all my rash decisions; live without you.

-Kay Dunaway


Do you often dream that his eyes are those of a falling angel complicated by life’s heart aches; but driven to find the missing pieces that he is so dearly lacking? Is he satisfied with the opportunities he has refused...am I?

Who am I to say that he is mine; almost wish I didn’t miss him all the time, because now I find myself falling, and dreaming he will catch me, and keep me close to his heart. I promised myself the time would come where I would distance myself from this love, but realizing I cannot retract my feelings now...unless he releases me first. I find it impossible to let go now; maybe this is what he wants!?

I catch a glimse of the future when my mind is up in the clouds; it is surreal, indefinite, collected, and fullfilled. If he sees this too, I do not know; I dare not ask in fear that I am alone, and that these rediculous dreams I have are following all too quickly. But I’ll be faithful to his heart, true to his eyes, and always just a step behind.

-Kay Dunaway


I picked a bouquet of flowers for you in hopes I could say goodbye, but thinking about the day you left me, only made me cry. I knew you left for a reason, a reason more than I know, but why did you have to leave us, why did you have to go? I'll miss you more than words can say, I'll keep your memories as close as I can, but if you could help me along once in a while, I might need your hand. A hand to help me in healing, for sorrow in a dear 'ole Dad; I'll love you 'til the day that I die, I'll never forget the friend that I had. I would like to send you my love, in grieving times like this, I want you to know I'll be with you some day, to share with you the memories missed. I'll come visit you when I can, but I have the courage deep inside to carry on with my hopes and dreams that I had when you were alive. You will always be with me, no matter where I go, but you will always be so sorely missed more than you'll ever know.-Kay Dunaway



I've been to your heart before; cruel, dark, and disguised;

Filled with hopeless dreams of agony, not a place I wish to be.

I've seen your face before; where you hide behind your lies;

You have some talent for you there, maybe the next time you will care.

I've seen you before; dangerous, cold-blooded, and hateful;

You really want to see how bad you can hurt me?

I won't see you no more; this bitter road is too painful.

So in the vicious life you lead; I hope for someone;

Just as spiteful and sinful, to complete the partner you need.

Because I won't be so merciless, nor coarse, or crude as you;

Maybe one day you'll be one lesser of few.

-Kay Dunaway   Send me a message!

Profession: I work for a Subcontractor to Intel
Interests:  off roading, fishing, hiking, camping, writing poetry, cooking, and hard rock, country music, Traveling, horse back riding, photography, concerts, working on cars, car shows, mudd wrestling, going to the dunes, dancing, playing pool, bowling