You are my muse;
We have this love that some people prefer not to choose...
but that's okay.
I love your smile, and the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh..
oh, baby, I guess you could say I never want to leave this path.
With your hands tangled in my hair, I swear it's like the perfect getaway.
But, to other people...it sounds almost too cliche.
When you kiss me, i can finally unleash my wrath,
in which some cases, people will call me a sociopath.
Am I crazy?
No! I'm just a bit hazy; but without you, I'm just not the same.
You are my MUSE.
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My Poems (COMPLETED)
PoetryThis is just a series of poems that I write when I'm bored. Some are long, and some are short. Enjoy :)
