After Dinner

My mother always told me
Don’t talk to strangers
But what if I can’t talk to anyone?
What if I don’t 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
Can’t speak to me
What’s wrong with them?
Honey, you’re [?]

What is love anyway?
A four letter word?
Love is just another word to say
[Plaited into?] expression cliche
Guess there’s something in the air
I don’t contend
But I take what I get
It’s not all we get
I walked on the shore
Into the waves
Covering the sun
From the [?] of my shade