Friday, April 24, 2009

To clear the air...

If your not happy..
why don't you say so,
If you loathe me
tell me...

Why are the eyes
of placid,
so bitterly displayed?

If it's you that requires
change...
explanation of protesting
are thou...

Where you became lost,
I have become betrayed..
falsely gathered are
the lies that stay.

Amongst the webs
you've weaved today,
will never satisfy
your game of play.

2 comments:

  1. A refreshing uniquely styled poem Good work.

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  2. Hi Joda Poet!

    Thank you, nice to hear from you.

    bessye

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