Onomatopoeias
They are setting up camp
On the tip of my tongue
Sarcastic tooth fillings
Profanity coats my gums
My lips chapped from social phobias
I fill the empty spaces of the conversation with senseless banter
I avoid the waiting faces
Making no eye contacts
Trying to come up with a response
What would you say we are?
Acquaintances?
Strangers?
Aliens?
Or friends?
Trying to give off a certain vibe
On the listens, smiles and invites
I don’t know you
You don’t know me
But that doesn't mean I’m not interested
Small talk is an obvious front
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Onomatopoeias
They are setting up camp
On the tip of my tongue
Sarcastic tooth fillings
Profanity coats my gums
My lips chapped from social phobias
I fill the empty spaces of the conversation with senseless banter
I avoid the waiting faces
Making no eye contacts
Trying to come up with a response
What would you say we are?
Acquaintances?
Strangers?
Aliens?
Or friends?
Trying to give off a certain vibe
On the listens, smiles and invites
I don’t know you
You don’t know me
But that doesn't mean I’m not interested
Small talk is an obvious front
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