My Muse

You exist to be wrote about ~
but not to be read ~
You didn’t understand
a single word I said ~

Oh my lovely muse ~
your mystery is fading ~
the passion being quenched ~
Every time that I’m left waiting ~

What I thought was beautiful ~
has now become corrupt ~
Your inner strength ~
just doesn’t hold up ~

I wouldn’t want you bitter ~
but you carry so much hate ~
Don’t you know love is better ~
living and dying between the fates ~

What is that behind your smile ~
it is pleasant but so fake ~
You are trapped in your body ~
with no emotions to awake ~

I don’t dread the loss of you ~
you were never really here ~
I looked for your heart ~
and found a box of fear ~

You exist to be wrote about ~
but not to be read…

©2016dedhedpoet

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Mils says:

    This is brill. Gives me a sinking feeling too, which I’ll find difficult to shrug off soon. Grand writing. Really hits home.

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    1. Thank you! I really enjoy your writing as well 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Mils says:

        🙂 That’s a lovely Friday evening present. *Thank* you. (Evening for me, anyhow!)

        Liked by 1 person

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