I am a writer. <br />I get weak-kneed with prose, <br />and I crave other's words of heart. <br />Pages and poets, <br />painter's and their canvas cocktails, <br />singer's and their sultry songs, <br />you own my soul. <br />Take me with you my muse, <br />on your whirlwind tour <br />of Rock and Roll. <br />Oh, you actors and actresses, <br />filmmakers and hearttakers, <br />you all know me- <br />I am your biggest fan, <br />consumed by your craft, <br />obsessed by your spoken words. <br />Take me with you, <br />on your rollercoaster ride. <br />My passion is yours for the taking, <br />benevelent inside. <br />Take me with you <br />oh, notorious one... <br />For I would sell my soul to the devil, <br />for just a taste of your fun. <br />So take me with you, <br />and I promise not to dissapoint, <br />for my words will forever touch you- <br />Otherwise, what the hell's the point.<br /><br />Kelly Seale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-me-with-you-5/
