Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

muse

Choosing you as my
muse was never
a hard thing to do;

For I never considered
anyone else but you.

For every poem,
every song, every art
that I create,

even after kisses
sugar coated with hate,

it's you and it will
always be you.

but was I ever
even a part of your art?
did I became the center of what you create best -- even for once.

I bet not.
because I was never your escort to begin with.