Dancing Flames

Maybe my face betrays me as I bite my tongue not to say it.

Or maybe it’s the music, the songstress is my snitch.

With a melody of her rage she doesn’t disguise her hate.

Unlike me I bite it back and let it roar in my soul.

I’m the only one who hears my inner cracking hearth.

The flames licking my cheeks pink enticing me to speak.

To say your lies are crumbling down the barriers that disguised you are the very things that expose you.

You hid behind them righteously a necessary evil of course.

Because the things of your desires you have the right to have you’re sure.

The means of how you attain them are of no consequence.

Integrity and honesty are nothing of concern.

The disguise you built is the very thing that tells the truth of how deep your wellspring is entrenched in filth.

But, I will blame it on the song that plays and my burning cheeks can sustain the heat.

And we part and go our separate ways.