Lovers, Friends, Enemies, lend me your hearts;
I hope to bury this problem, not to unravel it.
The love that men obtain can turn;
That “love” is then hidden beneath it all;
But let it be gone. I have told you,
Discard the feelings you once thought strong
For when it comes out, it may turn on you,
And it might unravel what you call your life.
Here is where I stand vulnerably—
For I am a but human, realistically imperfect;
Yet all are not, not all are realistic people--
Come I to ask for the return of my heart.
You were once only mine, faithful and loyal:
But they say you were always a kind friend;
And they were trustworthy people.
I thought you had always been there for me
Until your lies finally surfaced:
Does this make you a kind friend?
When I realized the truth, angry is what you were, but I was furious:
Fury should be more difficult to come by:
Yet they say you were always a kind friend;
And they were trustworthy people.
You all saw when the rumors went around and the truth came out
I gave you three chances to right your wrongs,
And lie to them three times is what you did: Were you kind then?
Yet they say you were always a kind friend;
And, sure, they were trustworthy people.
I speak not to unravel this problem.
But here I am to unravel it so I can bury it. Will you aide me?
O judgment! Thou art fled to those with unkind thoughts,
And we have lost the aspect of “love”. Bear with me;
Our hearts lie in one another’s souls,
And I must pause till mine is returned.
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Submission Name: The Truth Comes Out
