Avarice
I'm feeling a little greedy:
I want to ride a mo-ped.
I want April showers.
I want May flowers.
I want to remember what last spring felt like -- the lilacs and sweet kisses.
I want drugs.
I want to be able to breathe.
I want to be able to write a good story tonight... maybe two.
I want warm sunny evenings.
I want mojitos on roof tops.
I want live music.
I want to live life.
I want to make a difference.
I want Jameson.
I want to be done with this semester.
I want a president in office whom I voted for and trust.
I want chocolate.
I want to write a poem that someone can feel (pounds chest) right here.
I want world peace.
I want to kick someone in the head.
I want to be able to swallow it all.
I want.
I want.
I want.
(love).
I want to ride a mo-ped.
I want April showers.
I want May flowers.
I want to remember what last spring felt like -- the lilacs and sweet kisses.
I want drugs.
I want to be able to breathe.
I want to be able to write a good story tonight... maybe two.
I want warm sunny evenings.
I want mojitos on roof tops.
I want live music.
I want to live life.
I want to make a difference.
I want Jameson.
I want to be done with this semester.
I want a president in office whom I voted for and trust.
I want chocolate.
I want to write a poem that someone can feel (pounds chest) right here.
I want world peace.
I want to kick someone in the head.
I want to be able to swallow it all.
I want.
I want.
I want.
(love).






