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I've Learned Not to Confess Too Much
I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Even to those I 'suspect' I can trust.
Nothing is as real,
As one's own touch.
Especially if one's hands,
Covers a mouth to keep shut.
Yes I have learned,
Not to confess too much.
Some may rush to pass judgement.
And unconsciously without intention...
Innocently crush an unexpected exchange.
Made by a quick assessment that shames.
Leaving eyes to bug wide.
And names to be called.
With a falling out done.
Over really nothing at all.
I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Or express on my face...
Something in my mouth leaves a bad taste.
And as difficult as this may seem to me,
I may lie.
To protect my own and someone else's dignity.
Than to bring someone to tears.
Because of a giggle heard a person hears.
Experience has taught me this...
IF someone wishes to expose,
Their ugly baby to me...
At least I know how,
Now...
Not to look in shock or horror.
Oh yes...
I've learned not to express too much!
However,
If tears should fall from 'my' eyes?
I am quick to announce,
An ecstatic happiness.
With a controlled truth,
Hopefully kept undetected inside.
Although my knees may knock...
I am quick not to let them bend.
From a howling laughter,
I do my best to keep within.
'Lord, God...
I thank You! '
~You have more control than I do!
Geeessshhh...
Did you 'see' that ugly baby?
Don't blame that on Me, uh uh...
Oh no.~
'GOD..? '
~Don't 'God' Me...
I had nuthin' to do with that!
My assignments are in the East,
And South Cosmos.~
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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