Wasting Words

Wasting Words short poem

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Wasting words

I want to be electronic;
I can only be more robotic.
Please try to fix my empathy;
I have lost it. I am not hypnotic.
I cannot make you feel this,
Without giving away my secrets.

We need to join and become one mind,
So you can truly feel the words that I write.
I want to know what you feel inside,
So I can absorb your words, I will not lie; tell me how to write.

I cannot change without your thoughts screaming at me.
I need to know what you think; show me everything.
Do not hold back, I need true feelings;
Then maybe I can improve my understanding.

I create words for fun; I’m building string theories to pull you in
And when I think I am done, I will force myself to continue writing.
I take a piece of your mind and it extends my thoughts.
I give away my art; you help me rearrange it all.
As I grow, my books, they continue expanding
And as my words evolve, I am becoming more demanding.
If it’s not good enough, then it is nothing.
Nothing is ever good enough, but I am still going.

When I have made a change,
I hope that it works,
Because I need to age with age;
No more wasting words.

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