Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It’s never straight forward. It’s always redirected, people trying to save face, but that’s expected. I’ve gotten so tired of the games, trustworthy- the definition just isn’t the same. I just wonder when it changed, when words became so perfectly arranged. I just want the real. Don’t comfort me with a lie, because from the truth I’ll heal. I’m ranting now, but people have gotten so lost somehow. People are known to beat around the bush, maybe they just need a little push. Get to it, I’m not talking about shooting the **** I want the truth, not the attitude of the petulant youth. Get the point across, so the truth can’t be lost.
0
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Point
It’s never straight forward. It’s always redirected, people trying to save face, but that’s expected. I’ve gotten so tired of the games, trustworthy- the definition just isn’t the same. I just wonder when it changed, when words became so perfectly arranged. I just want the real. Don’t comfort me with a lie, because from the truth I’ll heal. I’m ranting now, but people have gotten so lost somehow. People are known to beat around the bush, maybe they just need a little push. Get to it, I’m not talking about shooting the **** I want the truth, not the attitude of the petulant youth. Get the point across, so the truth can’t be lost.
kiana-lynn
Written by
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem