I yearn to be a lovesong. Please, sing about how my wavy hair resembles the ocean, or how my voice could put you to sleep. "Paint me like one of your French girls" Rose would say, but in this case, perhaps "Write about me like one would write about a spring sunset" would suffice. I wish for that sense of love; more than flowers or chocolates. True love, or at least the illusion of it. To be someone's love song is like being their work of art; they'll show you off to their friends and family and brag about how proud you've made them.
Is that too much to ask for? Is it? Because at the rate things are going, I'll die being no one's "anything". No sappy poems written about me, no abstract art arranged of me, and certainly no love songs written about me.
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poetry journal
Poetrythis will be a little dump area for all of my poetry. occasionally, there might be a few pieces from other artists i like/monologues from movies.
