• rupe59 6w

    Mixed Signals

    I tend to make assumptions
    Naive habit of an old friend
    To read between the lines
    Purposely blurred most times
    Things never wished to be said
    I perceive in this nonetheless
    Blame me for i hear the silence
    Intent meant not to be expressed
    Behind hypocrisy of the words
    Hushed between signals in morse
    Translating into actions uncalled for
    But I shall learn the serpentine
    Each day a little but every time
    Knowing tricks of the tongue soon
    I swallow your venom this time