I've been called jealous,
insufferable,
eccentric, forgettable.
I've been high,
loved,
punched, laughed at.
Whether anything I've been
matters much now,
I am,
I will,
I was.
In me the fading pop star
sings again.
Once more after ten silent years.
Still my nervousness is
an unblossomed bouquet.
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
I've been called jealous,
insufferable,
eccentric, forgettable.
I've been high,
loved,
punched, laughed at.
Whether anything I've been
matters much now,
I am,
I will,
I was.
In me the fading pop star
sings again.
Once more after ten silent years.
Still my nervousness is
an unblossomed bouquet.
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