The taste of cinnamon Burns my tongue Like your kisses Burn my skin -Kel Dayheart
Heartless
Is it considered murder If there is no body to mourn Just my ripped apart heart My body is whole But I cannot recognize The thing that was my heart -Kel Dayheart
Third Degree Burns
How was I to know That one person could, Could change everything Could set the world on fire And that I would smile Right there in the ash Glad to burn Because to burn Would mean I had your attention However fleeting -Kel Dayheart
Fear of Falling
I have never Fallen in love And I fear I never will -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #96
There is a rumor Going on about you and I Wanna furl the fire?
Candid
Baby, sometimes You are so blunt It is almost Offensive But at least I'm never Second guessing Your intentions -Kel Dayheart
Flittering Feeling
Dance floor love Only last as long As the music -Kel Dayheart
Seeking Fellow Wanderer
There are days I wish I had someone to share The days with But I haven't quite found someone Who would be quite so willing To wander as I do And not get so annoyed when things Don't go to plan -Kel Dayheart
Forceful
You were the hammer To my nail Forcing me where I didn't want to be -Kel Dayheart
Snuffed
He held me like a cage I felt trapped Suffocated -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 