Wednesday, January 31, 2018

My Muse

I abuse
My muse
What she gives
Inspires
Takes a wrong
Builds a song
Leaves me empty
And so shattered
Her brain matter
Often fodder
For a story
Or another
Makes me smile
Uses her wiles
To beguile
And do what
I never
Endeavoured
All the while
So I give thanks
Her type extinct
Delightful
Frightful
Obnoxious
And toxic
Mind fuck
I'm struck
Her genius
Capricious
Delicious
Unwavering
Truth
She is
A gift
To me
To you
Dear muse
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