And sometimes when your cup goes cold,
From frost of words that went untold,
You stare down, a second too long,
And in that hush, a tale unfolds.
.
Your filtered coffee, filtered heart,
A silent call, an aimless dart,
The way you weaved your lies so thin,
As if you were a child of Sin.
.
A glance thrown here, a smile thrown there,
And promises of love so rare,
You spoke none of it, and yet see,
How easily you did ensnare.
.
Angelic face, Devilish grace,
Whose tired sighs caused hearts to race,
Whose pretenses stole sleep for days,
As if Venus in Moonlight lays.
.
Till now I wonder how you sound,
Maybe because you never spoke,
Maybe your sins wore down your tongue,
Maybe you choked on hearts you broke.