10 June, 2006
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
I love the person that you are to me
But who's this other person you like to show
You know the one that others see
this stranger I don't know
The one that lies and is deceitful
Not the person you really are
But when we get around others
You seem to be rather bazaar
In so many ways you are wonderful
Trustworthy, confidante and friend
We can talk to each other about anything
For hours that don't seem to end
Then we go out in public
And strangers we come upon
This act you put on freaks me out
It leaves me standing there stunned
If only you knew how it effects me
Makes me doubt this person I know
Perhaps the real act is the one I believe
Ah, "what a tangled web we weave.."
------- Author's Notes -------
*Oh what a tangled web we weave,
Comments on this poem/writing:
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, June 10 2006, 04:18 am|
Another good one I love poems that express feelings. Bravo dreamer bravo!
|capricorn (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, June 10 2006, 03:42 pm|
I always say you can love someone, but not always like them! Great thoughts.
|Terrie* (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, June 14 2006, 10:37 pm|
i know from where the thoughts of your heart speak, to know one person's heart one way, yet upon the open road where the wind does blow.. a stranger develops.. we accept because we are not perfect, yet we accept nothing less from ourselves...
|Meri (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, October 28 2011, 06:27 pm|
Be real in public and in private, regardless who you're around. Good one!
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