Why do you sit back there ,
pretending like you don't care?
I can't listen to all their junk,
Makes me sick though I'm not drunk .
These people , all frauds !
in love with fake applauds.
With conversations that make no sense,
failing to think 'bout the consequence.
I see you there at the bar,
sitting beside the empty jar .
Do you see my face turn red ,
while I imagine us on bed ?
Like , are you really an introvert
or not sure if you can flirt?
Does my face show some warning signs?
Or are you waiting for Valentines?
Does your wine taste better than my lips ,
that are craving for your fingertips
Don't you have a little time to spare?
So we could talk & not just stare . . .