tell me no lies

Monday, March 28, 2005

            Rejection

She sat beside him,
Kneeling on the floor.
He, sat in the chair,
And did not look down.

Her eyes searched him,
She made awkward chat.
He, gave short replies,
And did not look down.

She touched his arm,
Longing for his gaze.
He, ignored her plea,
And did not look down.

Her heart hurt mutely,
Searching for reason.
He, ignored the pain,
And did not look down.

She looked at him,
Quite at his mercy
He, silently dismissed,
And did not look down.

posted by Unknown @ 9:30 AM

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tell me no lies

Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression. Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine. But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion. It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives, and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen. So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com; share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.

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