An Ode to Muses to Euterpe

Different Fonts

You're the only one who can read my handwriting.
We shared books and I danced to your music in bad lighting.
We wanted the same things, I guess.
You said I could never bore you, yes?
You wondered why I stayed so remote.
No other man lifted me off my feet enough to stay afloat.
I guess I was always looking for my illustrated version of you.
We don't cry around each other, nor do we laugh as two.
You were surprised when I moved on,
Though in others, you spawn.
Lies ran rampant.
Both making excuses, going off on an opposite tangent.
I always left before the sunset and thought of you in my dreams.
Our lives became dark once we saw each other with no beams.
You can only read me because you cheated,
This literature does not end in a period;