The best songs are the ones you have yet to hear,
And the best painting yet to see.
So fret not, you starving artist,
Fret not that in shadows you lie.
Push on for maybe you are,
The greatest, never to be known to time.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
