Again tonight reality taunts me
I am too timid to entertain my fears
That unspoken and uncertain feeling
Concealed deeply yet nurtured by years
A picture of acceptance have I slowly painted
With placid smiles on skeptical eyes
A pact with doubt I remain acquainted
For promises are either true or truthful lies
Have I lived for love or it lived for me?
I waver between imagination and fact
Often what oughtmay never be
Am I truly loved or playing an act?
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Acceptance! ! ! Better with the muse of love! ! ! ! Than with hatred. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.