If frowns hold words that cannot be said, then surely the same could be said of smiles.
Very similar yet not the same, without the innocence of a child's.
And when tongues are silver and speak truth filled lies,
Then deceit can be easily hidden in a look, may the need arise.
Honesty dies a painful demise at the hands of 'justice.'
As a conundrum of things thought as best, and all that it will encompass.
Like when it rains, and with it everything is free falling.
The anomalies of righteous integrity are weighing down and stalling.
For a time when the aspects behind a face are nothing but what is discerned,
And all but that turns to dust in what is an essential concern.
