Muse
Now I am alone no more
I am always with my muse.
I used to not hear her before,
Now we dance listening to blues.
We argument and yet we talk
What she does? Inspires me a lot
We wake up, we go for a walk.
Needle. Creativity shot
It works. That takes my pain away.
Sit down and write down what I have
Just heard from her. And I array
My soul. She's now my better half.
She is right there at my shoulder,
Bottom line verses whispering.
I see you, I'll use a molder
To edge off grumpy crispering.
I'll recreate you in my mind.
My muse will help me all she can.
Incredible! One of a kind!
She offers me bitter life scan.
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