This Sucks. (Ramdom Impulse)

This is a poem I wrote before I realized I should never write poems.




Inspiration


I wanna play
Just as good as you, but better
I wanna stroke the strings
Talk about intimate things
Almost like you, but better.
I wanna get lost in the song
Let my body roam where it doesn't belong
And put my fans out of their misery
Have their hearts, their minds
Have their bodies for one night
And keep them wanting more forever
I wanna make people feel the way
You made me feel
Like you wrote these tunes and sang the blues
With intentions to make me ecstatic and cry
How do you do it...make me melt?
How do your stories come out so heartfelt?
I wanna be that good
Exceed limitations
If that then happens
MAybe i'll go out on tour
Maybe i'll see you there
Maybe there could be a table and meal that we
both share.
Maybe our minds could cross paths
And our souls intertwine
You'll tell me your dreams
And i'll tell you mine
I can't tell you that for years, you've been my inspiration
Or just how much you've contributed to this talented creation.