I wish I had more readers
to comment on each of my poems
all laughing and crying with me
feeding my need for attention.
I hope they would make me a parade float
so I could ride away from fans in style
choking and thriving in an egotistical dream
not caring about truth or good poetry.
I want to be gifted a hot air balloon
to watch my points rise past the skies
taking daily baths in silver and gold
throwing away the one thing required of a poet,
humility.
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Enjoy?
I have begun a story, anyone care to read?
http://www.wattpad.com/story/3710833-sweet-annabelle-jane
~SR
