My muse
My muse
You exist to be wrote about
but not to be read
You didn't understand
a single word I said
Oh my lovely muse
your mystery is fading
the passion being quenched
Everytime that I'm left waiting
What I thought was beautiful
has now become corrupt
Your inner strength
just doesn't hold up
I wouldn't want you bitter
but you carry so much hate
Don't you know love is better
living and dying between the fates
What is that behind your smile
it is pleasant but so fake
You are trapped in your body
with no emotions to awake
I don't dread the loss of you
you were never really here
I looked for your heart
and found a box of fear
You exist to be wrote about
but not to be read...
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