Your shoulders are deceivers.
They let me nestle in your lies.
And your breaths,
so soft and measured;
They conspire with your eyes.

Together they convince me
that what I see and feel is true.
But, these expressions,
so well-practiced,
keep the truth beyond my view.

I came to you for answers;
For you knew I could not see.
But, you told me not the truth.
Just what I knew could never be.

It was your lips that told me everything,
strange, their passion overheard.
They said "leave before you cannot",
though they never voiced a word.