That thing
Where you smile
And look
At the people you’re with
To see if they feel
The joy
The moment’s give
Or if it was just a blip
Everyone else missed
You drink it in
Suck that starlight
And grin
The glance ain’t returned
But reciprocity
Ain’t everything
I keep waiting for you to look
To look at me
To really listen when I speak
To match some sort of energy
Not make me feel
Like what I know is real
Is just make believe
I’m lingering for the shift
The granting of my wish
That you enlist
An imagination
Develop a kind of fascination
With bits of existence
That technology
Could never be replicating
I know there’s pretty girls
In your phone
That smile back
Flipped on their hips
Even a grin in their arse cracks
Bible of funny video clips
From the Neo to the classics
That all have the power
To upturn those chin tickling corners
Of your lips
But funny stuffs happening before us
I’m laughing like it’s torture
Look at you, seeking reflection
Another moment missed
Slipped into the collection
Life isn’t caught on camera
I’m not being interviewed
Over every trivial contemplation
I pump through my cerebrum
No one will see this second again
I won’t feel it anymore
And each tick of breath
Sees more time leaving
If it’s only stored in my database
And not immortalised through lens
Does it lose all meaning?
A storyteller with no audience
Becomes a one woman spitter
That can’t smile no more
She just recounts the tales
Of when she smiled before.
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 