Dance

Should have kept talking when your mouth opened.
You're a mind alterning, loving substance.
While I'm only the smallest of movement on your map.
So to speak, it's getting later every week. We make up tales.
We get oversatiated with tell tale ideals, still we're starving on human contact. I'm craving to interact, on another level.
You're too smart for me and I'm even too dumb for me. So tell me anything now. Believe me when I say it's not too late.
When the shaking of icecubs get's softer and softer you know the drink in my hand is getting warmer. Understanding, that is called.
A cellular ring. They were supposed to be factors of interruption.
As you escape into conversation, I should have kept talking,
as you devoured all of my speeches into the undecryptable.
In all its loudness the music expresses you to run away.
Make way. I'm still intact, ready to fall so abruptly and deadly.
Save me from the next in line. Her dance is just too weird.