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Alec Llaneta May 2019
When people lie
The first to go are the eyes
As there a window into the soul
They look away to stop you peering in

When you lie
Your eyes meet mine
And yet all i see is the black obsidian reflecting back
Beautiful, captivating, a black hole ******* me in

When people lie
Their hear beats spikes
From 120 beats per minute
To well over 200

When you lie
It's my heart beat that spikes not your's
As every word is music to my ears
That my my heart plays along, note for note

When people lie
They get nervous
They stutter, they fall
The minefield of a conversation, as each step could be its last  

When you lie
You say so with confidence
Truth mixed with a lie, half truths, half lie  
The line gets blurry, I can't help myself feel dizzy, and fall into yours arms for stability...
Alec Llaneta May 2019
My heart caged, until you came along
Your beautiful face unlocked the door
Your smile threw open the door
And your laugh made it jump right out

It was your words, that encouraged it to spread it wings
Testing it, until sometime, with confidence... it took off

It flew, and flew
Until the moon, the stars, the galaxy and the universe was possible to reach... that its red wings could touch them
But it was your very words that struck it back down

You clipped it wings, and so it headed for an emergency landing
Pity, it never reached the moon
For the saying will never apply
"I love you to the moon and back"

On side note, the human heart has enough beats in a life time to reach the moon and back
Any higher, then i would have loved you for the rest of my life

Shame it never reached
For the farthest it every got was two months
Or 33,000ft
Cruising altitude of a commercial jet

Now with no where to go
Back to the cage it is
However, having tasted the air and freedom of flight

It flutters, it beats within its cage
Hard work for the mind
As it tries to quiet it
To heal it

Someday's, its movement, brings with it momentum
And so those days, I live my life like drunkard
Swaying to the movement of the heart
Although I am sober, I am fighting to keep balance

— The End —