Wednesday, 02 September 2009

I Want

I want to be famous
I want to touch the sky
I want you to love me
And I never want to cry

I want to be perfect
I want less mystery
I want to earn your love
And I just want to be me

I want to hold the world
I want to touch the stars
I want to buy your love
And do better than a pass

Do you know why I want this
When I have what really counts,
When I know you really love me
And I'm yours on all accounts?

What kind of hubris is this,
That I think of owning you
When you are more than perfect
And I don't know what I do?

I can but say I'm sorry,
May I have another try?
Might I be your little girl,
Even though I'll go awry?


It's not very good, but it's better than just ignoring my blog, right? I hope so, anyway.


  1. I'm not much of an expert on poetry - well not at all, but it looks pretty good to me. Worth putting some extra work into the last two or so verses!
    I think you are very brave to publish your thoughts where everyone can see.

  2. Thank you. Maybe I will, then.

    Maybe brave, maybe foolish. :-/