The Truth

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  • Sadness
    • staceym71
    • dealing with old memories that just won't die

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    A broken heart I have been trying to mend for a year, sometimes brings out these little poems.

    The Truth

    We are taught never to lie.
    how then can it be
    Such an easy task eludes our mind.
    I was blind this is true.
    Choosing not too see
    the Lies and deceit said by you.
    To love is to trust
    will I never love again?
    You were the lie I can never forget
    I Have to forgive; I haven't yet.
    The fool I was made out to be
    The lies and the truth I could never see
    I loved you oh so true
    But you never loved me.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    staceym71’s Poems (6)

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