For once instead of the Artist,
I’d like to be the Art.
Is there any love for me? In the place you call your ‘heart’?
For once instead of the Poet,
I’d like to be the Poem.
In a brain as busy as mine, all I think about is them.
For once instead of the Singer,
I’d like to be the song.
Despite how they ignore me, my love for them is strong.
But no, I am the singer,
The Poet,
The artist.
Because that is what life has chosen for me,
And I will follow through it.
- Author: Cherryz (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 6th, 2024 05:43
- Category: Love
- Views: 4
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