Poetry · Writing

Muse

Your words play over
And over in the
Background of my mind.
They’re so entwined in my body, that
I can taste them in my mouth.

The words I write,
That I bled for,
For them.
Because of you.

I see you in the smoky shadows.
I see you in the darkest corners.
The parts of my soul,
I never let anyone see.

You are the breath I have not yet taken.
The art I have not yet created.
You are the life, I have not yet given.

The words I write,
Pierced into my heart,
For them.
Because of you.


My Muse.

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