My inspiration finds me,
it may come to me in different ways.
But it only worries you when YOU are my muse.
I give you all the attention
and try to find the best reaction,
you are truly a magnificent creation.
Your irritation
at how I barely understand your frustration causes me to sigh in admiration.
I write of your love and hate for me
I can see you fuming.
Turn into a beautiful red my darling,
allow the fire to burn.
Don't you worry.
I could go on for days
Writing and writing,
everything you do is far too
fascinating.
Go ahead,
scream and shout!
Make this the best
of all my works,
I give you the
platform to be an icon.
Your rage
has given me enough
words to fill my page.
The way you speak is strange.
You don't seem to like to be my inspiration.
However, nothing could ever
inspire me more,
after all, you are MY muse.
L.S
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DESOLATE
Poetry·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
