Pardon me, Sir.
For the truth I've spoken.
Unlocking the big solid door,
of a closet full of skeleton.
For being honest.
Perhaps it's the way God created me,
to be naive and earnest.
For being brave.
Brave enough to face the unpleasant truth,
although it may lead me to the grave.
For not having the tongue of a snake.
That splits into two,
telling true stories that are fake.
For not being deceitful.
I am a child who listens to her mother,
who's mother's word are always be honest and truthful.
For being wise.
To be able to see the macabre and terror,
lead by the plain while lies.
For not wanting to lie.
A coward, is not how I want to be remembered,
to be written on my tombstone the day I die.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Posted by Lily Cartina at 1:38 AM