Seth Morrow

Rookie (11/16/1982 / Ames Iowa)

Plastic - Poem by Seth Morrow

If I could only see
why your life is so starved.
Then maybe you would understand
what my life is so far.

You cover your lies
in foot prints unseen.
Unseen, because your eyes
are not open between.

Open is a word you don’t comprehend,
because you live by the way you’re seen

Remember your lies your life’s
better than mine
in your sad lonely mind
that gets colder with time.

Its sad indeed...
plastic people I mean.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 23, 2011

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