Bria Prior · Nov 15, 2010
SMALL TALK

I've gotten used to being introduced
alone
How's the job? How's your day?
Great weather outside, I must say.

But wait, what's this?
Comfort? Bliss?
Could it be? Are you the one?
Here I am, biting my tongue

But how do I know? Can I be sure?
If I was sick, would you be my cure?
This is the moment,
Let's take a walk.
Forever
                 begins with
                              a little
                                      small talk......................

 
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