wordsy wright

Rookie (Rock Hill SC)

A Mornings Word 09/26/07 - Poem by wordsy wright

All these accusations
And the way the rumors fly
And all those innuendos
And all those little white lies

And all those whispered stories
That seem to go around
When everybody’s talking
And trying to put you down

Though the truth is out there somewhere
Or so I once believed
But now I feel so full of doubt
It seems I’ve been deceived

There seems to be no depth
To which that some won’t go
Some seem to seek attention
And some their ass they show

To some it seems a game
At which they’re having fun
Not I’m here to tell you
From this end of the gun

Reasons seem nonexistent
As you stop and wonder why
Of all the excuses I have found
None really seem to apply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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