Perspective
"You know every secret of my soul," you purred into my ear.
A simple sentence... with simple words
More weighty than they might appear.
The few small words that said so much
were hanging in the air
My heart rejoiced, but then it stopped
Unsure of the footing there
You fill my heart and speak to my soul
in a language you quite understand
You always do what only you do
And all is yours to command
But there is still this tiny voice
way in the back of my mind
All the secrets? Truly all?
Or another "form" of the truth
conveniently unrefined?
I turn the words over and over
peering at the cracks and pits
What do they hold, these cherished words?
Are they made of the treachery your heart cruelly commits?
I take the precious words
and put them deep within my soul
I file them away. I make them wait
Until time shows your true role.
"As you know all of mine", as creeping misgivings swell
My heart knowing...with all surety
Your heart thinks I mean the lie you tell
