I’m not good at reading silence.
Sometimes what’s not said
says way more than what is...
I almost don’t want to know.
I’m afraid it’ll be hurtful,
but it’s something I need to hear.
How about a penny
for your thoughts?
Would five or six cents
spare me lies?
Do two nickels
sweeten the pot,
or perhaps three dimes
for two or three honest thoughts?
Okay, just one then.
I’ll even up it to a dollar
for one clear, loving thought,
that’s all I want
… it’s all I need,
but it has to be the truth.
I would never tell you this,
but you could have me
and everything I own
if, just for once,
you told me the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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