Concrete BlondeLittle Conversations

The little conversation Is over very soon And I watch in admiration From my corner of the room. They shine on you with starry eyes... They rain a friendly storm. Like kids around a christmas tree And then you smile all nice and warm The little conversations If I tried my very best You know I never could say anything In twenty words or less. Somewhere, sometime, down the line Someday I may confess, And spill it all. That's all The little conversations On me are very rough They leave me all in pieces You know there's never time enough Like a book with missing pages Like a story incomplete Like a painting left unfinished It feels like not enough to eat. Starvin' These little conversations Well for me they'll never do Now what am I supposed to do with Broken sentences of you? I'll stay in my corner 'cause That's all that I can do And let the others speak for me. Little conversations Are we. © 2018