Treasure Island

Stephen Holland

(1958 / Wakefield)

Honesty


Honesty

…and now I fear I said too much
The damage done, the email sent
…and I’m afraid of your response
Which could be so much different
From what I want, what will she think?
What have I done?
So my heart sinks
From what once was, to should have been
I’m stricken by
My honesty

A weekend curse I cannot rest
I wait all day by my PC
I need to know, my head’s a mess
The day slips by depressingly
So will she see and will she care?
What have I done?
I’m in despair
From what I said, tormenting me
I’m sickened by
My honesty

I sit and wait, confused, afraid
You answer comes I dare to view
Your own sweet words, my fears allayed
You still need me, I still need you
Our friendship sealed a friendship shared
My heart’s up there!
I never dared
To think that you, would still love me
If only for
My honesty

Submitted: Friday, February 04, 2011

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  • Rekha Mandagere (5/6/2011 1:18:00 AM)

    Rightly said Honesty is the best policy and one should be honest in revealing his heartfelt feelings. Friend, rhyme scheme and sentiments are beautiful. Marks 10 Rekhamandagere (Report) Reply

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