Windows, Inside and Out

I will never surrender to the golden luster of your heart,
And its all because it beats in the valley of impart.
When you speak, we can peek in the window of your mouth,
And we can all see the sweet honey that coats your tongue.

You wouldn't ever think we knew.

Books are filled with the same words,
But they all say different things.
"People die, living cry, falling victim."
Its all lies from your beating valley heart,
Meeting with your honeyed tongue.

The windows, if only you knew.

On the other side, people fly,
Love, and cry. Then we die.
Something worth living for.
We do things in life,
Mistakes or not,
Screaming with our hearts.
Not our honeyed tongues.