Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
the Truth its with kind regards that you've been asked to avail yourself excuse yourself from our crying festivals and internal ridicules of should-have's, to make an honest revelation of yourself. i'd understand if you've gotten lost along the way or forgotten the directions; its been a while since your presence was requested its just that right now i’d really appreciate your attendance to the vulnerability. i know you’ve noticed i’ve conversed with tribes opposite to you long enough i’ve testified against your whispers. yes, its done nothing but heighten my complexities and insecurities, and disrupt my rhythm. the rhythm I thought I could dance to on my own without you taking the lead or setting the record straight. i’m sorry: the times I stood you up the unwanted plus one’s the cancelled reservations, but know that this one here is just you and i a table for two and a serving of unseasoned confessions. let me know when you can make it. . .
0
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
/* to: truth */
the Truth its with kind regards that you've been asked to avail yourself excuse yourself from our crying festivals and internal ridicules of should-have's, to make an honest revelation of yourself. i'd understand if you've gotten lost along the way or forgotten the directions; its been a while since your presence was requested its just that right now i’d really appreciate your attendance to the vulnerability. i know you’ve noticed i’ve conversed with tribes opposite to you long enough i’ve testified against your whispers. yes, its done nothing but heighten my complexities and insecurities, and disrupt my rhythm. the rhythm I thought I could dance to on my own without you taking the lead or setting the record straight. i’m sorry: the times I stood you up the unwanted plus one’s the cancelled reservations, but know that this one here is just you and i a table for two and a serving of unseasoned confessions. let me know when you can make it. . .
underestimating the presence of a guest . . a guest you thought would always be around
bymslu
Written by
23/F/south africa
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem