Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Muse

Hearts feels like it melts, dripping away,
The Sky, the air, nothing seems to be in focus.
Haunted by blissful memories of the past,
Wishing for what I know I can never have.
Eyes piercing, actually seeing inside,
You were the only one I was absolutely real with,
Quicksand of uncertainty cements my stance.
Dreams tease me,
The Muse fuels me for what I want.

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