I will not lie, my love for fame is deep,
My dream: a dark poet, forever my words will seep.
In shadows they'll linger, igniting hearts with fire,
Across the world, my name will soar higher.
From United States to Europe, my verse will roam,
Whispers of my name will find a heavenly home.
Through darkness I’ll weave tales, with a touch of sorrow,
In every line, a piece of my soul, I'll borrow.
And as my words dance upon the page, they'll live,
Their rhythm and rhyme, like a gift I'll give.
For fame is not a selfish longing, but a need,
To be remembered and cherished, my words shall heed.
Like a legacy whispered on the wind, they'll remain,
In hearts and minds, my name eternally reign.
©viralfreak
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