Truth

The truth is that I hated you,
Each time you ignored me.
The truth is that you hurt me,
When you didn’t talk to me.
The truth is I began to care,
Sometime along the way.
The truth is that I denied,
The real truth to myself.
The truth is that now I know,
The real truth all the way.
The truth is I wish I could say,
I like you… …to your face.

Todays best new poem was written by Desiree Blair.

 

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