Programmed

You placed your hand on the nape of my neck
Your cool palm calming my nerves
Keeping me there
Before I could run away again
Though I was never really here
I was built to resist
My legs are mechanical
Programmed to evade
Let me breakdown
Answering the question with another
The truth trickling down from my lips
Mixing with your wishes
Driving you sane
I missed my stop
At the red carpet
I'll still see you though
From the stars

Reviews

[OfDeathandLove]

I like this one a bit better, bringing a lot of ideas together to make a poem. However, the transitions feel a little rushed, thus making it, once again, a bit confusing. If you can add a few lines to make the ideas flow better, it would help this poem.