by modoldfashShawnee, Kansas, USA
Dec 2012 286 Views 0 comments
Misery
No mystery about me.
I’m very real.
Funny . . . I believed you were, too.
Oh, well, there I go, again, believing in people.
No . . . I won’t apologize.
I did not misbelieve, misunderstand, nor mistake you.
My dear person . . .
You misrepresented yourself.
Now . . . go find where you mislaid what
I saw in you that mislead me.
Pardon me a moment while I erase the mist in my eyes.
I’m very real.
Funny . . . I believed you were, too.
Oh, well, there I go, again, believing in people.
No . . . I won’t apologize.
I did not misbelieve, misunderstand, nor mistake you.
My dear person . . .
You misrepresented yourself.
Now . . . go find where you mislaid what
I saw in you that mislead me.
Pardon me a moment while I erase the mist in my eyes.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Online or in person, we can be fooled. We don't have to meet someone face to face to have an inside track on exactly whether or not that person is genuine. And that goes for both genders.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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