Why do we fill lives with hypocrisy,
Even in family it's plain to see thee.
Flowing free like through the Monocacy,
The wind blowing into the willow tree
Never knowing the true reality,
Seeing the rainbow without the treasures
Mentality goes with morality
Trust and love are what I call good pleasures
Amazingly people's minds seem to change;
Stay the same and then go on back to mend
No one knows why life can take that odd range
The road twists' and turns hoping for an end
When all you can do is think for the best,
To sit there and wish for the treasure chest.
**Please vote/comment...this is the first sonnet i wrote, so please tell me how you think.**
I like it. this is your first sonnet?? wow. hey check mine out. tell me what you think cuz i think you're a pretty good writer and i would love the critizm if you have the time. the sonnet i submitted is my first one too so yeah. hmb some time. ttyl honey.