This is a poem about how naive i may appear to be. I do reconginize i am far too trusting however as of recent i have begun to doubt many people in the sense that i believe everyone is playing tricks on me behind my back.
The Sweetest Honey
Imagine the boy who just saw the light,
Creeping out from his house without fright,
Should he be so brave as to go so far?
Should he shine out to all as a star?
Nothing beats trust and respect,
Only when he who begins to suspect,
That he was in fact a fool all along,
And that what he'd been done was wrong.
Forgive and forget to retrieve a fallen friend,
There's no reason to bring all to an end,
Remember that time when we first spoke?
After all the time we talked i finally awoke.
No more fun and games,
The devil within you has grown lame,
I hate to break this out to you,
But you are now what i consider poo.
Everytime i see you i grow sick,
For you have toyed with me you prick.
I can't believe this is happening to me,
The worst has finally come to be.
Yet now i know that pleasant can fool,
And as of now i mustn't lose my cool,
For no matter how much one seems clean,
That person can be so very mean.
Even i, can grow sick of the sweetest honey...
Date Written: July 15, 2007
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