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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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  1. Date: 11/15/2012 3:41:00 PM

    OOOoooohhhh....We're going to have to get workin on that muse! :o)

  1. Date: 11/15/2012 2:33:00 PM

    ‡ Well, So Much For That Muse And Good Riddens, LOL. 'I Wouldn't Want You Bitter, But You Carry So Much Hate, Don't You Know Love Is Better.' Love Is Everything That Makes All Things Beautiful In This Kaleidoscopes Many Colours Views, Sweet Beautiful Passionate Andrea. I Love Again As Always The Passion As Also The Strength Of Character I Find Within These Well Expressed Words Lifted From Your Frankly Speaking Heart. Very Nice And May Your Beauty's Muse Return Such. My Love, Always, Rachel *