Faces

Faces hold stories that are unheard by eyes,
souls tend to be captivated by lies told by tangible intangible.
The blueprints to fantasies are found in rainbow roots,
and the map ones heart is found in fingertips.
Lips part to make secrets exist,
but yet eyes don’t listen very well closed.
How different…
love can be…
How badly it can fail to up lift you.
Why do what you know you’ll fail to understand
Tragically,
romance ends too much like the lives of butterflies
touched by oiled tips to eager to hold something so beautiful.
Colors are skewed by you who choose to believe your helping you’re scared of losing…
Why?
Why hold flames that burn wisdom into palms made of ignorance?
Silky forgiveness is found on the velvet surface of sunrise moons…
Torn tears are lost in cracked hearts
bruised and broken.
Eyes burn oceans who’s blue waves rise and break…
alone.
Funny how we seek dark dreams shaken free by angelic nightmares.
Evil cannot exist without good,
but why is good nonexistent?
What makes one happy?
Are smiles drenched in the tears shed from enemy eyes?
Or do the joyous cries of others ricochet and create half circle scars on faces…?
What are smiles?
Half moons?
Or two way mirrors that allow no one to see inside the darkness that lingers behind them?
Are they symbols of true happiness?
or just another lie heard by eyes wide shut?
Emotions run deeper than most family ties…
cause feeling,
is living.
But can you live with what you’re feeling?
Do your emotions over take you,
Or do you burry them inside your spirit?
How different… life can be.
How badly it can fail to uplift you.
But yet we still choose to continue down these paths that lead to our own self destruction,
subconsciously crying out for attention.
Waiting to hear lies said out of repetition stupidity.
But eyes tend to talk to much,
and ears never see the sincerity in words.
But if we would just let our eyes listen,
for a moment…
then maybe we would finally be able to hear the stories that faces hold…