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those eyes that speak the unspoken truth,
those lips that curl in a nasty twist,
i see this soul has secrets dark,
and it yearns to unveil what's hidden deep,
the pain, the sorrow that's burdened him,
i try a whisper to soothe him now,
a gentle touch here, and a gentle stroke there,
those eyes now twinkle or i think,
and i wonder if it's of hope.
come out now, those secrets vile,
tell me love, they won't burden your soul,
i can promise you, the truth can't be so bad.
another twist he makes of his lips,
unsure if his secrets need out,
unsure if he can trust me or not,
unsure if there is a secret at all,
i smile knowing how hard i try,
what am i to get out of this pry,
those eyes are just the pretty dark,
and the lips just a pretty curl.