In a circle of friends, the truth's hard to
"Do you still like him?" they ask with a tide.
A seventh grader's heart, a sophomore's name,
She shakes her head, plays the denying game.

"I don't like him anymore," she boldly declares,
But in her eyes, a secret still flares.
A lie wrapped in words, a veil of disguise,
Her true feelings masked, hidden from prying eyes.

Her heart still leaps when he walks by,
But she buries it deep, with a quiet sigh.
A tale of young love, concealed with a grin,
When her friends ask again, she'll lie once again.