Slighted

My secrets are bestowed,
Upon the chosen few
Oh please, don’t feel slighted
If one of them's not you
For I need one to confide in
And this is sad, but true
The conclusions that you jump to
Are in words you misconstrue
You'll resurrect a rumor
If you think it can be run
You'll cut one down in humor
But insist it's all in fun
Yeah, I don't trust your intent
Your tongue's a vicious blade
And I won't share my thoughts with you
'Cause that's how lies are made

Reviews

[Randall]

You speak the truth of rumors, and those who spread them.
And even though I am not one of your chosen few. I don't feel slighted, because I have a dull tongue and I keep it in my mouth. :)

Does the airport still have the statue of a horse rearing up with eyes of blue?

Randall...

[Mari' Emeraude]

I agree with you and to the old adage “if ya don’t have anything nice to say…”
Ps yes, the horse is still there 😉

[Chris Shaw]

Masterfully delivered. You got your points across very pointedly. Well done Mari.

Chris

[Mari' Emeraude]

Thanks so much, dear Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Mari.

[Brandon Houser]

I love how your words cut here until the reveal of the tongue as a vicious blade. Your words sting, but they ring true with an endearing quality that has made me read this 3 times in a row. Thank you!

[Mari' Emeraude]

Thank you for reading!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

a very compelling poem. two things can be taken from it. yes, our imagination can get the best of us and create things or feelings that don't exist. second sometimes people twist words they hear when they misinterpret your thoughts or actions

[Mari' Emeraude]

You're absolutely right!