He smiled with his teeth
Maybe that’s what should have told me
There was no soul in his eyes
Maybe that’s what should have let me see
But he liked to sing
His voice so perfect
The kind of perfect that makes you uncomfortable
And so he sang
his tongue weaving secrets
His soulless eyes never leaving my face
And I just sat there
Because I was supposed to enjoy perfection
it’s all I ever wanted
So I sat in uncomfortable perfection
Trying to keep still so it would be perfectly perfect
But then I missed the words to the song
Because I was lost in keeping us perfect
Or may be it was the soulless eyes
But the secrets on his tongue started to crowd me
Till I couldn’t breathe
The one with secrets on his tongue
