Muse
You are my chaos.
My muse that sends my thoughts wild.
Yet my mouth made for your lips could never keep up
with the words flowing from my finger tips.
Set me free, stop capturing my heart
as well as my mind.
I am my own person as you are yours.
Two people forever intertwined
and yet so full of thorns.
Stinging each other with every move.
Copyright © Sarah Fraser | Year Posted 2006
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