After Dinner

My mother always told me
Dont talk to strangers
But what if I cant talk to anyone?
What if I dont even know how I feel?
From the sides
The words only get in the way
Washing the tears
With a heart in his hand
He touches my things
Clearly he understands
Cant speak to me
Whats wrong with them?
Honey , youre cruel
What is love?
What is love anyway?
A four letter word?
Love is just another word to say
Plated into illusive expression cliche
Guess theres something in the air
I dont contend
But I take what I get
Its not all we get
I walked on the shore
Into the waves
Covering the sun
From the sorrow of my shade