poetry for the poetic: 3

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i sit in this room,

with nothing to do,

victim to the screen between me and you,

guess there's somebody else that you'd rather be talking to.

the world's so much bigger than posing for pictures,

if all that we need's at the tip of our fingers,

then how did this happen,

we all fell so out of touch.

hold on,

time out,

help me,

because right now,

i wanna get lost in this moment,

keep both my eyes open,

nothing to prove,

let's keep this to ourselves.