Foot paths between the eyes
passing on secrets
sharing lies.
Where am I?
Stuck in the middle
unsure what to do
trying not to watch
the smug smiles
flash between the two
No whispers
nor scathing
nor laughing behind a hand
just looks
and smiles
that I don't understand.
She turns
as easily as a flower
does, towards the sun
as an eager reader
turning the pages
of their favourite book
as leaf on a branch
in a gust of wind.
She changes
like the seasons
adapting to whichever
situation suits her best
Being with certain others
and ignoring the rest.
She's your closest friend
the person you fear most
she has your secrets
in her lap
ready to spill
in one easy move.
What's that little sound?
It's a secret
Can't you hear it?
Trailing along
in a whisper
only to be picked up
by a certain few
and then held
in their ears.
If it was heard by all
then surely it wouldn't
be a secret
but something more
vicious instead.
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The image is from the marshmallow test - they're told if they wait they get another marshmallow. It's a very sweet (pardon the pun) video.
Though slightly mean, I suppose.
Chocolate
Secrets
One more drink
Spending
Splurging
Something you shouldn't
or you don't need
but you want to
really want to
It beckons a finger
calling you over
whether you fight it
or not
well,
that's a whole other poem.
