It's hard deciphering secret agendas when I'm busy deconstructing every word you say.
Depicting what you've yet to reveal, does that mean I have the upper hand, or am I simply playing into yours?
I'm told that true intent is voiced through one's expressions.
Seems I've found the exception, lines on your face are all but spoken.
This leaves me to wonder, of infinite possibilities, what outcome are you so desperate to leave just that, out?
I've been lied to before, just as I've pulled triggers without a single question asked.
The tongue is quite the trigger, I'm sorry for that.
Figure there in lies the beauty of it all, the very architecture, the absolute foundation we build these relationships upon finds basis in the unkown, the unstable.
So maybe I'll learn to welcome Serenity.
To accept the content found in a cliche, some things simply are better left unsaid.
Maybe I will, just like the lines on your face.
Then again, I'd love to see them speak.