The Eyes Never Tell
How can you really know someone?
they say the eyes tell.....
but half the time, I see nothing but blank
in the way another can look at you...
with dry eyes, never a tear shed for you
but they keep you close
having no clue what the next move will be
you play along, wanting there to be good
but the eyes never tell....
some don’t listen, but actions speak
some don’t see it, but absence speaks
when they stay only when it is convenient
when you won’t hear from them for weeks
I wake up to the smell of coffee
my senses, always bleached
I force myself to stay awake
to hear the footsteps of the fake.....