The Stare, I and II

I

His face dominated by a singular frown,
Deep in his gaze i'm scared I will drown,
No feelings said, yet emotions bled,
From unheard truths I have always fled,
But with him in a moment I bleed bare,
And emptied I'm left by force of his stare,
Constant and intense, it bleeds me dry,
What's left to look at, but my empty eye?

II

The frowning face remains no more,
A smile erupts, yet still a chore,
Persistense of mind may fool all feeling,
Beneath the stare concealing
A truth laid bare can never lie,
But is truly told in a hidden sigh.