I find your droll smile curious. What’s more I find it spurious. Your skewed lip, its mocking curl as you address that certain girl cannot hide the truth that you’ve been smitten. By the love bug, you’ve been bitten. In your heart, I see a lake more moist than that dry smile you make. Your truth’s exposed there in your eyes. Please lose that smirk your glance belies.
I simply cannot reconcile that glimmer in your eyes with any look that I’ve received from any other guys. My friends say you’re perfidious, yet I don’t get that message. “Danger” is an ending that your gazes do not presage. If the frustration that I’m feeling is transmitted in my gaze, perhaps you will decipher it while wandering its maze. For every time you’re present, I’m a prisoner of pondering that question in your eyes that always sets my mind to wandering down pathways we meander, walking hand-in-hand. So long as you are in my thoughts, my heart is in remand. We need a kind interpreter to set our looks aright. Perhaps there’s a happy ending for him to expedite.
Your eyes were dust, mine were a flood. The combination, a mire of mud that we somehow wound up in. You blamed it on original sin, but I, agnostic to the core, had wisdom to walk out the door to spend my tears on other guys. Never trust a guy with arid eyes.