Read Between the Lines

It’s written all over your lips,

those,

lies,

like water droplets on a rose,

they slide,

right off,

In one,

smooth motion,

causing everyone to stare,

at this natural,

occurrence,

some,

put out their hands,

to catch the droplets,

others,

just stare,

as they fall,

to the dampened soil,

though,

they all fall,

one,

by,

one,

gliding against,

this red surface,

each poisoning someone,

without the slightest,

inclination,

its beautiful,

really,

I’ve never seen anything,

quite like it before,

Nor have I ever,

stopped,

to watch,

these,

drops,

descend,

off this innocent creation,

though,

there it is,

this one,

single,

droplet,

falling,

so innocently,

that I somehow,

believe,

its,

lies.