You don't drink coffee.
You hate tattoos.
You hate the way he spoke
And you hate the news.
You loved my dirty sneakers
And the color blue.
You prefer tea with extra sugar
And a sunlit rendezvous.
You liked my horrible handwriting
Because it reminds you of your mom.
You liked my morning voice,
Though I loathe the sunrise's calm.
You made fun of my language
And sang to me outdoors.
You claim to hate to dance,
Except when my arms are in yours.
I know children love you
And animals too.
You told me how you were honest.
You claimed many things that weren't true.
YOU ARE READING
An Ode to Muses to Euterpe
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I wrote years ago and have since rediscovered.
