Small Talk
I will prove it to you that I’m stronger than you realize
You are my one and only that I prize in my elegant eyes
Feeling like I’ve been living under a rock
Sorry, hon, but I’m sick of the small talk
What about you keep me warm under your blankets?
Shelter me from the storm – the storm of regrets
Love me till the break of dawn
Love me until I’m fully gone
Keep me on your mind, baby
I’ve been thinking of you lately
You’re out of touch still…I wish I wasn’t such a quitter
You know the drill – I’ve been neglecting my messages on Twitter
But, I don’t care anymore, for you’re the one that I adore
I know I’ve been an attention whore to the core
I will prove it to you that I’m stronger than you realize
You are my one and only that I prize in my elegant eyes
Feeling like I’ve been living under a rock
Sorry, hon, but I’m sick of the small talk
And I’m cranky if I don’t get what I want when I want…your words are like the price of bronze
When I’m with you, I’m satisfied frankly and that’s not all
Your words is what I feed upon day and night – waiting for your lovely, yet prudent response
When I get my new cellphone, you are gonna be my first call
I’ve grown attached to you and I don’t know why
It’s the things you do that I love – I can’t deny
Trying to cram all these lines together – my mind is a white feather
Nevertheless, you're making me feel better, despite the gloomy, yet sunny weather
I can’t go outside because I miss you so – didn’t you know?
I am on the spot light in my own personal stage though
No matter what I write, I am lost in a mixture of solitude and words
I will prove it to you that I’m stronger than you realize
You are my one and only that I prize in my elegant eyes
Feeling like I’ve been living under a rock
Sorry, hon, but I’m sick of the small talk
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016
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