Wed, 02/10/2016 - 22:50 -- MartinD

i wouldn't know what it's like
to feel the world 
staring down my back
trying to find the soul
in all i do

nor do i want to feel
in me
those heartless eyes
look through your actions
like a sneaking spy 
with files in the night

tell me when i'm losing you
to pictures in my mind
framing you inside the frail confines 
of a dime

to cheapen souls costs money
the worth of knowing facts
cannot repay

its you i'm waiting for
not figures.
you i want to hold
not files
in a file-drawer
with keys to keep the door

---we are more than the sum of our parts---

This poem is about: 
Our world


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