Body Language

My body's language is obvious yet so secretly unknown
When I'm thinking of you, my eyes smile a little brighter
and when you're gone away my heart beat's a bit quieter
Then you're ignoring me and my nails find the true meaning of "nails"
as they dig deeper into the palm of my hand
And it's funny how you make it all seem worth breathing for

Then there are times when I feel waterfalls approaching
and I hide behind flamboyant masks, but my lips quiver, I bite them hard
and when they start to bleed, my tongue clicks behind my teeth
sliding back and forth ready to play them like piano keys
All the while I strum my fingers to an unrecalled beat in hopes to distract
My constant audience, always expecting the dramatic Romeo and Juliet tragedy
Always expecting that lifetime worthy acid kiss and oh is it worth it
I can taste the tears, but I always turn oceans into deserts
And I allow it to not utter a sound-as always, and each time you cross my mind
I'll either laugh or I'm going to cry
But I'll laugh like I do and my body will be mute in silence

And I'll pretend to celebrate, even though everyone forgot the birthday cake
While my knees give away how nervous I am and my courage begins to hinder
Because my linguistic masquerades time on stage is up
and now it's time for the ballet dancer to unlace her spider web woven shoes

And it's better to sing the blackbirds song, which no one else can really follow
Than to actually miss this moving mural and let the sands of time slide through my fingers
And it's funny how you make it all seem worth breathing for
And it's even funnier how I'll never let you know.