Im lost for words, Whats your favourite colour?
small talk here and there, good face card cover,
Can you show me whats underneath? Time passes,
Overcrowded networks, distractions within the masses,
Amongst the crowd I only ever though see you,
Strange, Ah shoot I forgot to say my favourite colour is, ahhh to late, shoot.. ,
Next, What you up too, did you have a good day?
Not in real life though, its all on the network talk this way.
Real life talk is always way much deeper,
Online talk is easier to pretend to be the keeper,
Whats your favourite food, eurgh something isn’t here,
I cant pin point what, here goes *sheds another tear,
Sorry I was busy, erm its Italian what about yours,
No response again, oh im sorry I forgot socials actually have nooo pause,
Its fast paced, so slow, no reply, in real life, would you do that to my face?
I know love has no ending, that’s if you feel something,
I know this because sometimes for some reason I feel you in everything,
I rarely get a day off from the thought of being alone for more time,
Oh hey, yeah my days good and yeah im fine,
…. Somehow distracted, not again, how about you? …
Oh you went too, I never said my favourite colour is,..
I don’t even know anymore everything constantly spins
back about itself, Im trying but it all feels so zoned out,
Maybe its me, I don’t leave my house for anyone to even scout
Tbf, or to not be fair, love just feels like a nightmare,
But then imagine the twisted tales of it all being okay,
Not close too but love as solid as the fairytale way,
That’s the saddest thought though of all,
Because what if it never comes and its actually your only real goal ☹(((((
And to then after everything send continuous bad people to you
*sighs* my favourite colour is blue