eyes afraid to meet mine
quivering lips
you need not say more…
I know the lie
Yet…
I stop to think
Why did my presence
make you nervous?
Why could you not
bluff with comfidence?
Is it true
that you care
deep down
somewhere?
Downcast eyes
eyes afraid to meet mine
quivering lips
you need not say more…
I know the lie
Yet…
I stop to think
Why did my presence
make you nervous?
Why could you not
bluff with comfidence?
Is it true
that you care
deep down
somewhere?
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Good perspective on someone not being able to bluff with confidence.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Oh the lier will always find ways to manipulate you…
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True that! But ppl do get carried away.
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I like the lulling lilt of that last stanza, especially. I hope he/she does/did.
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful emotions shared
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