Eyes Don't Lie

It's the way she fiddles with her hair
And laughs a bit too loud,
The way she twirls her necklace
And smiles a bit too wide.
The way she walks too tall
And stands too stiff,
The nervous look in her eyes;
And the trust she's unwilling to give
It's the way she can't quite meet your eye,
And has to look away,
The way that she's shaken by tiny things
And forgets how to speak
It's how she hides behind her bangs,
And refuses to remember
It's her past, her present,
And her secret.
It's everything and then it's nothing at all,
Some people notice it,
And some never do,
But if you look a little closer
It's impossible to miss,
Because her eyes don't lie
And it's written all over her face.

Nyamedo