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I want to be a poet

I want to be a poet
yeah
I want to be a poet
I want to make you cry
I want to make you smile
at your computer screen
while the kids are asleep
I want to make you think about
sex
society
war
husbands
I want to sit in the park
with my pen
and my paper
and my black turtleneck
and turn heads
yeah
I'll turn heads
When they see me in the coffee house
on the stage
with the sweaty spotlight
lighting up my sweaty black turtleneck
reading my poems
slow
they will say
I saw her in the park
she is a poet
yeah
she is a poet

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Written June 19th, 2006

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  • Faery of death
    June 20, 2006
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    I love you

    How honest, how beautiful
    sweaty spotlight
    Your too good to be just a girl, your something more, A creature, a goddess that holds all the secrets held between the overlaping worlds. You are beauty and pain, The muse...
    I miss you too much, where time and land separate us.