I wonder
When
You'll find out when I'm a-
RoBoT
Programmed to smile
But hide the empty
Empty feelings within
Will it be when-
I start to rust and creak
That you will leave me?
Or is it when
I take out my gears
To end this short
Short
Short
Short life.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
