My Muse

It's simply done. This movement through the dos and do nots have restrained an otherwise free spirit. I breathe through this pencil. I'm nourished through the words I read. I can go days without hearing a word from you, but I can't live without my "mic check: one-two-one-two." I indulge in life only for material, I don't need to be social. My mind and innate curiosity motivate me on their own. I'm progressing to a precipice, where I'll soon sit on my throne...and then there was my Muse.Deep eyes, deeper mind. Soft persona, firm behind. Assets of the type that could rearrange the hype. Bad bitch? Not at all. Sophisticated style, an intellectual woman...she made me fall, deeply, in love. Consumed with passion like a log in a flame, my thoughts took joyrides in and out of my brain, compelling me to say something, do something, to stand out somehow. I would catch that incomparable eye, that dauntless countenance...I'd make her very words and actions my sustenance. Where art before had reigned supreme, these things I felt for this queen soon took its place. Let me live, let me love...I'm too young and foolish to waste this chance from above

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