Could it be?
Enveloped in all that seems pure and honest
My hope in humanity, could it be restored?
An unfocused gaze with an indifferent demeanor
Too pretentious to even betray a smile
I should have known from that very moment
The handshake lacked the warmth of one nurturing good intentions
They say win-win but your eyes were set only on my favors
My gentle manner misunderstood for weakness
I seemed the perfect prey
Your smiles and laughter were erupting inside of you
Aha, the moment you've been waiting for
You gave me a number and told me all would be well
A number you failed to acknowledge when I hit your line
I taste sea water, should have known something was fishy
I trace my steps back to where we first met
But your presence remains a mystery
I wait on your return till my legs beg to retire
You finally show your face only to follow with disappointing news
You were wearing black and gold
But that day you turned to the man with the blues
From one story to another like a well composed novel
The money was split but so was the promise
Can a hungry man be trusted with finances?
Can a greedy man satisfy his desire to embezzle and swindle?
I need not ask anymore
My answers were right in front of me
Written all in your facial expression
Truly, it could be