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?
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It's not very good, but it's better than just ignoring my blog, right? I hope so, anyway.
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!
ReplyDeleteI think you are very brave to publish your thoughts where everyone can see.
Thank you. Maybe I will, then.
ReplyDeleteMaybe brave, maybe foolish. :-/