Friday 20 April 2012

Muse


I love what you do to me
what you allow me to be
who I can be.

I love what we do together
how our minds become one
how you inspire me.

I love how I can read your expression
I know what you’re thinking.

You read my stories
stories you helped write
stories you nursed
and your expression tells me what you think.

You love
you hate
but you’re honest
because you’re my muse.

You’re my love
my true love
you’re my muse
my one and only freedom.

(A rushed and yet personal poem that I wrote after watching the trailer for Ruby Sparks.)

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