A continuation of the text from the last part:
I just wish someone found me captivating. That someone would cling to my words and silently hope for more. I'm sick of being the person held in some..some spell, sick of being the person in awe. Just once I'd like someone to see me this way,see the vulnerability but find it charming the way I can never form my excited words into coherent thoughts. Again. And again. And again...I'm always on the wrong end. Always the end being surprised. Always the one finding beauty. Always. I want someone to hear my voice and think its angelic. I want to be the reason for someone's poetry. Call selfish but for once: I want the spotlight.
YOU ARE READING
Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
