I wanna be a poet
I want words to drip from my hands
bandaging broken hearts miles away
Maybe even breaking a few
I wanna be an artist
have paint smeared on my face
and my feelings smeared across the canvas
I want to see the world in brushstrokes.
I wanna be a photographer
imprison memories in my
small eyes and my large lenses
I wanna be a musician
I want to lose myself somewhere between
tugging at heartstrings and guitar strings
I wanna be something.
someone worth
I wanna be a someone who is a someone!
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Thought Abyss - Lost In My Head
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