Icy Shoulder - Desa

There is a point to your charades

I had those vague gestures bagged before yesterday

You ignore each other’s questions

Somehow your shoulders can freeze a room

It’s high time you broke icicles from under your heart

Tell the truth

Let them melt in the turmoil and run down gutters to the bay

Your next smile could be seconds away

I’m slipping on your icy stares

Vibes stifled by by your lack of care

Wounds like fangs in your mouth penetrate the skin

Starved for caresses as venom rushes in

One can’t breathe while choked with puppet strings

Second hand lacerations

Tossing and turning the page before it’s red

With the blood you know can’t hide behind a frozen exchange

The clock ticks you off

Asks the same questions

So what are you after?

How can tears turn to laughter?

So what are you after?