Stories are build with two different sides,
The one who dies,
And the one who lied.
The hero of the story,
Praised and brought to glory,
While I was dragged in the mud,
Lost in the world from the spill of blood.
How do you know I was a villain?
How do you know it was me all along?
No, I was only saving your family, your friends,
Even though they never cared to be kind to me,
Treat me like a man.
I uncovered a plan,
A plot to kill,
But I’m an outcast,
No one would believe my words,
They wouldn’t believe their loyal friend,
Was the one who will make them get hurt.
Now that I’m gone,
Burned down to the ground,
There is no one who can help you now,
A person shouldn’t make the same mistake twice,
You better hope that he doesn’t take that advice.
I’ll send my wishes,
My hopes,
My best,
For I hope when this is over you won’t forget,
He was the villian,
No, not me,
And for that mistake you will end up begging on your knees
For someone always dies,
Though some may still live within a body,
Plaster fake emotions across their face.
But his soul will be gone,
Put to rest,
Stuck within this giant mess.
But as I said long before,
No one fully heals from war,
Someone always lies,
And someone always dies,
But the thing is they don't have a set side.
Stories are build with two different sides,
I had died,
And he had lied.
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Author:
Kaelyn Jade (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2025 09:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This is probs one of my favs. that I've written so far!
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments4
Love it
Thanks!
You're welcome
this is fire!
Thanks!!
There are two sides to everything in life, well composed and expressed write, enjoyed the read
Thank you!!
You are very welcome
A most interesting pairing of death and lies. The feeling of unjust judging and betrayal are strong here. Also the need for revenge is felt.
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