Trying My Hand -- A Very Personal Sonnet.

I don't like liars, I don't like lukewarm people;
Those who tell you something but indeed keep thier options open.
I enjoy desiciveness, men of thier word;
Those who tell you something and nip other options in the bud.

I don't like coming from behind the leaves of my very tall tree for
Those who work hard for a minute and then change thier minds;
I enjoy appreciation, as long as it is true, from
Those who consider themselves very good climbers.

I don't like being guarded, but experiences make it hard to be vulnerable for
Those who would call me bitter when they can't attain my heart easily.
I enjoy spending time on someone when they equally desire, so,
Those who need so should make it awares.

I don't like finally peeking out for a caller like
Those I've known before.
I enjoy hide and seek, but only with
Those who will stay to see the end, the prize;

I don't like offering the winning sum and seeing it taken with little reverency by
Those I thought were different.
I enjoy finding the different to be so very early on, as to not be like
Those who are in way too deep when they finally learn who "they" are.

(c) Christy Pendergrass