thoughts ;

my muse has brown eyes

I scramble all of these words in hopes that you will decipher them and realize that I don't write poetry about just anyone
you were my muse

your eyes tell a story that I don't even think you know
all I wanna do is write about it
but i can't remember it all
I haven't seen them in awhile
I miss them
I miss you
& that will be the death of me