I was making to catch up
Had all my stories ready
Was gonna pace myself
Let them spill out steady
Some funny things
Some gossip
Some banal, some messy
A few bits that made me smile
And others I let stress me
Just as I finished training my tongue
I heard the gravel turn
The door unlock
The stairs rattle and rock
Knew I finally had ears to burn
But you kissed my cheek
Before I could even speak
When will I ever fucking learn
Not seen you most the week
But my argument’s don’t treat
Because I live off what you
Go out and earn
So I can yearn for chit chat
Wish that you’d get back
This is just one thing
You’ll never share
I need to make like you
Instead of cosplay sleuth
And simply not care
But what happens when
The talking stops?
How much of that connection
Whittles and drops?
How many secrets can the body
Really hold?
And how much magic
Just doesn’t get told?
by Lyric Deep.
