Krystalline Thoughts

3 | Muse I Afternoon

My muse dreaming next to me, the silence broken by her snores

The only one I can see, as perfectly imperfect as anyone could be

My muse breathing life and inspiration, her love my only aspiration

Writing of an amateur but I just can't stop writing, she's my motivation

My muse is all I can think about, so many ideas that never bore me

The shapes and shadows just don't look right, but I can't stop drawing

Because of her all I want to do is create, so many jumbled thoughts to translate

I found my muse and so much more, as if by luck, by fate

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11/19/20