41 parts Ongoing Your eyes shuffle
You tone too defensive, at times irritable
Your phone, a locked dungeon
What secrets lie there I wonder?
Tell me my love? Why uneasy?
You lie
Not once, not twice..but it's a pattern that forms a rhythmic dance
Predictable at chance
My love, you avoid my slightest glance
So tell me
Does my love,love another?
© Shubabunbaby