by Angela Smith
I drew an eye one day
And no one had anything to say
Not one word
Not one phrase
Not one sign of praise in any way
I put my perspective in black and yellow
Rigid creases
Slight waves
Swirling lashes
An eyebrow like a blade
I wrote a song one day
And no one had anything to say
I wrote a masterpiece today
And how am I repaid?
It is crumbled up and thrown away
Not one utter or whisper
My pride has been littered
Dancing fingertips
My thumbs lick the keys
Stinging notes that open a wound
In the most healing way
I sang a song one day
And no one had anything to say
Believe me, I listened
But was consoled to dismay
As this dream I have is whisked away
My vocal chords rise and fall
Leap across the music staff
Ringing tones placed here and there
Beckoning you in your ear, "Come."
I want you to say thank you
I need you to nourish my anticipation
I lust for your appreciation
I want you to be there
I want you to love me
Last updated September 01, 2016