Rarity

You are a fine delicacy That I have never had The pleasure to have And hold Such as you are, my dear -Kel Dayheart

Tarnish

Everything you touch  Turns to sterling  When all you ever wanted was  Gold  -Kel Dayheart

Stop Light

A greenish, grey coats the sky  With ominous black clouds rolling in  If only the light would turn green  Maybe then I’d reach home before the storm  -Kel Dayheart

End of a Season

Winter is coming to a close Though it is still so cold It's hare to see, To understand that soon The sun will seem much stronger -Kel Dayheart

Inability

I haven't cried yet Which worries me How can you live Through such fear-induced worry Without a tear?   Maybe I really am broken -Kel Dayheart

Drama

Lifting an inquisitive brow He chuckled in amusement At the impending drama About to unfold -Kel Dayheart

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