I want to be noticed.
I want my words to be sung in songs,
to be quoted in wedding vows.
I want to be in the diaries of broken souls,
used as a dedication in a soft eulogy
for a person with too much love.
I want to be etched in a tombstone,
onto tree bark and then faded away by the weather.
Whether my words are forgotten
or because they are returning
to find sustenance from my corpse.
I want to be noticed.
And then I want to disappear.
Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.
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