i want to command you
with my voice
i'd say 'sing along'
and a crowd of voices would respond
i want the words i jot down
with my tears
in a panic
to be words people
find themselves in
find inspiration in
i want the canvas itself
to thank me for the art i'm making
i am hungry for praise
but terrified of being vulnerable nonetheless
A/N:
Hey this is just a poem about being an artist. I just wanted to say that if you like this poetry book, please also check out my new fic 'late nights.' It's a Dear Evan Hansen fanfic (and gay) but I think it can be followed by anyone. I've been wanting to make it since last September and I'm just getting to it now, thanks so much
