by Cathrine Hottran
Monday, March 21, 2005
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Oh how I long for honesty,
For I been taught itís rare,
Iím so fed up with pretty lies,
That I too often hear.
I tuly wish I could give my trust,
But mine just have to be earned,
Cause each time I gave it up for free,
I felt what its like to be burned.
Oh how Iíve searched for sincerity,
But my feet are now glued to the ground,
Cause realistically speaking,
It's just nowhere to be found.
Oh yes Iíve seen some glints of it,
In my imagination,
Cause that is too, the only place,
That I felt revelation.
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|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|So true to so many souls! You are very wise...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Thanks for this offering...wrote a poem with the same title myself!!
|Reviewed by Heidi K (Reader)
|excellent writing as always my friend!|
|Reviewed by John Mayer
|Thank you for sharing. It's a shame that our imagination is so often the only place to find honesty and sincerity.|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|must be lonely there all by yourself...nice write|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Such a powerful, wise and true message. I can totally relate to what you express in your poem. I am going through this right now. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis|