false friends

Not as the Best, Just a Friend

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment
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Not as the Best, Just a Friend

A mirrored image, warped and wrong,
Reflected back, where I belonged.
Your best friend’s face, a silly grin,
But in the glass, it’s only been,

A friend, one more within the fold,
A heart that yearned for something bold.
We shared secrets, whispers light,
But in your world, I wasn’t quite,

The chosen one, the closest soul,
Just laughter’s echo, taking hold.
The sting of truth, a whispered sigh,
Friendship’s garden, vast and high.

Though blooms may differ, bathed in sun,
A single rose, or one by one,
A field of faces, bright and kind,
In yours, a place I’ll surely find.

Not as the best, just a friend
Your best friend’s face, a silly grin.

LIES

/ Nancy Ann Creed / Leave a comment

Lies

Whispers on the wind, a name they twist and turn,
A story spun of malice, a character to burn.
Faces I haven’t met, ears that catch the fray,
A web of twisted truths to paint me in decay.

It stings, a phantom touch, a doubt they plant within,
But anger turns to sorrow, for where does this begin?
A jealousy, a grudge, a need to make me fall?
Confused and hurt, I stand unseen, unheard by all.

The truth, a fragile flame, might flicker in the breeze,
But time will be the witness, to set my spirit free.
I hold my head up high, though whispers fill the air,
My actions speak for me, the kind heart I still bear.

For lies have short-lived power, they crumble in the light,
While honesty and kindness, forever burn so bright.
So let them weave their tales, I’ll hold my course with grace,
The truth will find its harbor, on a trusting, honest face.