Haiku #178

Her lips twitch upward Gaze held fondly on her one True love, a day old

Can’t Decide

What color are your eyes? I can't decide With their opaline shine And their kaleidoscope scope -Kel Dayheart

This winter I wish To cocoon myself in warmth And not emerge again Until there is no chill Left in the air -Kel Dayheart

Lipstick smears and stains Leaving a bold impression In its wake -Kel Dayheart

We have to grow up But do we have to Grow boring too -Kel Dayheart

Fear is a great And terrible Motivator -Kel Dayheart

You bewitch me With your soulful voice Long after you're gone Still the words remain Spinning around my head -Kel Dayheart

The poor unsuspecting reader.

My palms sweat with nerves Stomach full of butterflies Couldn't be happier

We are the poisoned youth Growing up on lies To poison the next generation with -Kel Dayheart