Takeaway On Lunch Dates From An Introvert

Exchanging cloddish giggles Gawky, flailing limbs Quota, reaching, nibbles Cloth to dot our chins Predictable mindless chatter We must appear intrigued An opening to flatter Allows a moment of relief And during this scenario Our hearts will both, descend At the transition of the , stereo Subject ends, til next begins Once the fresh tape rolls Our joy just won’t be tamed It may not feed our souls But sets aside our shame