Unheard Words

Syncing were not those thoughts.
Peril lies,
Loving cries—
I heard enough;
Let’s sit and break the ice.

Prying, I never thought
I would start crying.
I said, “They won’t listen to me,”
But do I need to play,
And ask any firm handling things of it?

You never went to the thought of lying, a muse.
Having the crying said,
Loving lies
Never spared.