Midnight Poetry

7. My Only Muse

My only muse, my writing excuse
To whom I write, brings me delight
My stories and poems,
Everything was about you
And the irony is you never knew

You're my only muse, my only desire
I don't dare to tell you this, yes I'm a liar
I'm tired of writing about you, telling others about you
Cause the stories are all the same
Everybody has already read our ending,
So they think it's lame

My only muse, my writing excuse
To whom I used to write, I no longer will continue
I no longer wish to win you
Let's end this here, end the muse we used to share

~written by shalini~