Robots

I sit here,

waiting for my robot to feel. 

It lingers in a state of obedience,

telling me all the words I want to hear. 

My robot speaks when spoken to,

and moves when moved. 

But it is never moved. 

I wait patiently, still, for it to acknowledge me;

for it to wake up from its catatonic slumber,

and begin to see the good in me. 

I thought I'd never be lonely with 

this lifeless machine.

But although its around, its never really here. 

I went out and found it

lying alone in the junkyard,

and I thought I could save it;

rebuild it into something beautiful.

But I didnt listen when she told me,

They were just robots.

LEV