Inkling

You would think That all I need would be ink Not everything and the kitchen sink But there is a kink In this plan and all I can do is drink As I wait for a missing link That may walk by with a wink -Kel Dayheart

Cadence

Irresistible sound Hums along With perfect pitch The tone consumes And I feel it All the way to my heart -Kel Dayheart

Humiliation

That awful sickening feeling It starts in the pit of your stomach And heat crawls across the skin Creating beacons of red In various, numerous places Your mouth becomes dry While your hands shake minutely Eyes start to build pressure   You wish you were anywhere But here -Kel Dayheart

Hinge

Everything hinges on This decision So, no pressure   In a world So caught up in perfection It's hard to decide -Kel Dayheart

Obligated

We never can Find the time To be Us Without any others Without obligations Maybe One day We will -Kel Dayheart

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