Empty Words No More

Talk with me through those eyes
I no longer find comfort in your words
Dont give me now that assuring smile
I sense the conflict under the curve

No longer swoon to the fine prose you talk
Yearn to trust the rhythms of breaths therein
No longer are words seeming any true
Scattered pearls with lost worth they seem

I need no words no more to know
You say things just in the flow
and as the moment moves on
the words turn soul less stillborn

So ,
talk with me through those earnest eyes
For they shall tell me what I need to know
No more of your wooing smiles
the spell has weakened, soon will go.