Aw muse sing to me!
sing of all the tears I've drown in.
And oh my dear
tell me of who I will be and when I will
listen.
for I, my child
am the Listener I pay my attention to
everything you say.
You break the silence with your
fear of no words.
what muse shall we speak of today?
are we dancing in circles to the beat of her pulse
or is that for tomorrow.
and the sun that will set with her then
and then you'll speak of your muse
and the stars will all be too bright
so unexplainable.
I must have been figured out.
for noone's muse am I.
but being the subject of a poem is
overratted.
for you can see
all my words are wasted
when i sit in silence
and when you speak of females.
and I am not known as a muse.
10:54 pm - 27.05.03
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