The eyes hardly ever lie.
They did once and I am thankful they did.
It was a slight shift in the breeze of life.
Sheading the fears that were once nice.
Now it is shame that it is lying all over my face.
It cannot hide the worry of trying to make the light seem just right.
There is no love and there is no lover.
Nothing I can say for sure.
I see the stars that were once blue.
Now they are white and stuck tighter than glue.
The same thing as it was that finally night.
There are no secrets left for me to share.