Exposed

The soul can tell and can't rely
when lips speak half truths and entire lies

What hugs try to hide, the eyes convey
what the heart knows inside and the words don't say

When the game is complete do we tremble in fear?
Who do you stand with when the smoke is all cleared?

This childish game we insist to play
is that what keeps us close each day?

Hearts lie shattered and bleeding inside
as red doves that have dropped with a shot from the sky.

Yet drops from a shattered heart make no sound
but still are like rubies spilling to the ground.

The heart and the soul you can't hear them cry
when your lips and your touch hide the unspoken lies.