The taste of tension, like water, plain but there
Invisible, but felt
A faint undercurrent, a barely detectable wave
Physically, fine, well most of us
But mentally, a little shaky
Slightly off
Not easily detectable
Our lips graced by bald faced sugary sweet smiles
Don't look at the mouth, look at the eyes
Where the truth screams out at you
If, you can detect it
His antics, a little over the top
Her quirks, just slightly more enhanced
But even then,
You can't truly know what's going on behind the curtain
Unless you forcefully lift
But
That could possibly damage it
Completely
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
The taste of tension, like water, plain but there
Invisible, but felt
A faint undercurrent, a barely detectable wave
Physically, fine, well most of us
But mentally, a little shaky
Slightly off
Not easily detectable
Our lips graced by bald faced sugary sweet smiles
Don't look at the mouth, look at the eyes
Where the truth screams out at you
If, you can detect it
His antics, a little over the top
Her quirks, just slightly more enhanced
But even then,
You can't truly know what's going on behind the curtain
Unless you forcefully lift
But
That could possibly damage it
Completely
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