Despite being described as
Filled with passion,
An artist requires inspiration,
Like the kind that wrote
The world's greatest literature or
Most hearttouching music had.
Having to spend so much time
Searching for something
May lead to fleeting success,
Leaving its hopelessness behind
So the only songs we hear
Are about heartbreak or
Simple pleasures of the Earth while
Art remains as the investigation
Of will versus spirit,
Through all of the drama and
Romantic idealism or delusion,
To one day find that source of
Infinite magic, calling it a muse.
So much more than epiphany or
Desire for something unattainable,
Knowing there has already been
Dozens of my own poems written,
I find my passion, my inspiration,
My light, my fire,
My muse,
In you.
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The Lovers ♡ Poetry & Prose
Poetrymore poetry, endless poetry I have too many feelings and not enough people that care to hear about it my apologies -closed- ♡please consider supporting me on patreon (link in bio)- I aim to publish most of my writing for entirely no cost to the read...
