Forgotten Straggler

It's on the tip of my tongue But it clings to the end Like sticky honey And in a flash It's gone with barely a remembrance Vibrating in my head -Kel Dayheart

Insincere

You can make a promise Or declaration or oath Or even a pinkie swear But it is empty words If there are no feelings behind them -Kel Dayheart

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