Rooftops - Poem by Scarlett Treat
I have climbed
To the very highest pinacle
Of the rooftops
Of the City...
For I have a purpose!
No, No, I am not a chimney sweep,
Left over from Mary Poppins...
Dancing and Singing my way
Across the stage...
I really do have a purpose! !
And I am not one of the lonely ones,
Climbing up here, only to leave this world,
Smashing a broken heart
On the pavement below...
I have a reason, for real!
It is just that I can no longer
Hold this feeling in...
If I try, I shall burst
Just like a balloon, POPPED
By a little Child with a Pin! ! !
I must let the world know,
So I chose this way...
To shout it from the rooftops -
That you love me, yes, ME!
And I love you!
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