I want something big and bold
I want to show it to the world
I want people to scream with delight
When I write something new
But then again, I want something secret
I want to write amazing lines just for me
I want my inspiration to be from something
That’s only from me, lines that are only for me
I want to capture what I really feel
Like how the music seizes my soul
And how I fight for it to let go
I want to be a Wordsworth or Neruda
But then again, I want to be unknown
I want to give my words to only a few
For they mean more than the world to me
Because they are the spirit that breathes in me
I want to tear at people’s souls
Like how people rip through mine
I want people to request my poems
Like they request songs on the radio
But then again, I want no one to know of my writings
Because my writings are my secret companions
I want not a soul to cherish them except I
Because my writings are mine
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 11:19 PM UTC
I want something big and bold
I want to show it to the world
I want people to scream with delight
When I write something new
But then again, I want something secret
I want to write amazing lines just for me
I want my inspiration to be from something
That’s only from me, lines that are only for me
I want to capture what I really feel
Like how the music seizes my soul
And how I fight for it to let go
I want to be a Wordsworth or Neruda
But then again, I want to be unknown
I want to give my words to only a few
For they mean more than the world to me
Because they are the spirit that breathes in me
I want to tear at people’s souls
Like how people rip through mine
I want people to request my poems
Like they request songs on the radio
But then again, I want no one to know of my writings
Because my writings are my secret companions
I want not a soul to cherish them except I
Because my writings are mine