Saturday, December 7, 2013

(From the perspective of my T.V.)

I am flat against the wall, and at the mercy of your hand.
I show you what you want to see, changing for you on demand. 

Flashing scenes before my eyes, you pick the one that suits you.
Although, I never am surprised you stick to those you're used to.

You turn me on and off with ease; you push all of my buttons.
Your fingertips will always tease; for your touch I am a glutton.

Your constant stare leaves me uneasy, I can not turn away.
I watch you watching me watching you, you have nothing to say. 


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