I AM SIMPLY JUST A MUTT. // poetry

The Poet

When, or if,

The time comes where I no longer love you,

Adore you, 

Nor dream of you...

Then, I will put down my pen

And bury these notebooks away.

I will allow the memory of you to rest peacefully.

Until then, I am the poet and you are my muse.

I will continue to love you from afar.