Conversations are short and an excuse is made for your time.
Oh do just eat the words, silence is to mirror and mime.
There is a lost love in my heart. I call it friendship for it is not so easily given.
For there are less friends to me and those that only want. The silently driven
to take and take and take, oh how I do hiss at these parasites.
Yet they are brothers and sisters to me the same. The dim flashing lights.
We are torn because I wish things you cannot begin to see.
Conversation for the torn for always you and me.

Attention seekers....oh do humor yourselves. Stroke the fine ego. Let your thoughts come pouring like a cheap faucet. Make your jovial laughter for I, the silent audience who will never protest, will only shrug away. We could value one another you know....but you won't let me.