Star struck
You come over to my place
Clothes in a mess, unshaven face
How many times have I witnessed this scene?
I’m not being judgemental, not being mean
Star struck, wannabe
What’s the difference between you and me?
Star struck, wannabe
Full of hope and tragedy
But up on stage your body is next to heavenly
As your sensual voice hits all the right keys
Your audience is captivated, in awe
Your ego can remain rest assured
Star struck, wannabe
Living the dream, the fantasy
Star struck, wannabe
That’s the difference between you and me
© Andrea Coltman
God Bless
Michelle!
Peace
Good write Andrea!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
poignant poem!
Love Tinka
Paul;-}
Superb write Andrea!love the pic;-)!
Love,
Eileen
trying to steal your thing. I never wanted
to be famous just happy and some people want
to rob you of that. Great write, Andrea!
Felix