Faithful Friend

I know the thoughts inside her head
From what has come before.
Affective words too often said;
The chat’s become a chore.

But no more will I hunt her heart,
A friendship’s all I seek.
I’ll save this talk from going tart!
True feelings I will speak!

Yet social scripts hold nervous tongues,
And best laid plans will falter.
Though truth in heart makes way to lungs,
Aged tongues find ways to alter. 

So empty words and tiring lines
Will leave my mouth instead.
Through fear of risking social fines
The conversation’s dead.

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