Public Introvert

Public Introvert

You’re on the tip of my tongue

And you’re right

Even when you’re wrong

Excuse me

I don’t mean to confuse

See I am the poet

And you are my muse

Public introvert

Making your rounds

In the digital square

I’ll drop down on my knees

And take you to Paris

Where we can grab the streets

By the throat

And suck them dry

All night long

You’re on the tip of my tongue

Operate in the dark

It’s my place in the sun

Forgive me

For all the hearts and minds

See I am the reaper

Of children and wives

Private extrovert

No one but you

Can make you happy

I’ll drop down on my knees

And take you to London

Where you can be the Jack of Hearts

And slash the night

Till it bleeds the dawn

You’re on the tip of my tongue

Can I make amends

For all the wrongs that I’ve done?

Shhh… don’t make a sound

I was lost

And now I’m found