Stop following me my love,
In my thoughts constantly, like a fluttering dove.
Stop following me my muse,
My face is not at the base of every bottle of booze.
Stop following me my kryptonite,
You loiter in my memories, out of smite.
Stop following me Apollo,
For I am not a lute and my heart is not hollow.
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An Ode to Muses to Euterpe
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I wrote years ago and have since rediscovered.
