Impromptu
she seems
to be asleep
never ever wake
your Muse you can't
use her
all the time
she needs to
sleep so let her be
straining
brain waves
a burning smell
of synapsis tell me
it was
always her
never me i'm
just a cup to fill
this she
does because
of love though not
because I deserve that
she has
more on her
mind then ever me
when atlas shrugged she took
the weight
as the Band played
Music From Big Pink in stereo
multiplicated harmonies beyond
belief
for her
to take the load
off and put it on me
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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