My Muse

Oh sweet Muse of mine,
come right now...
let's make some art.
Make the bodies collide,
the reflected eyes...
and put that crappy stuff like that.

Oh my dear Muse, you were my inspiration.
The one I ever let...get into my heart.
You were the one who taught me,
how to write and love,
but I'll never forgive myself, for other things not alike that.

Oh my Muse....bad things I created
Surprising faces I make them....all by your side.
Oh my little Muse, now I can let you go.
The storm has gone, no protection, yes, no more.

I don't care if I haven't got the shell,
don't care if I don't have you my Muse.
Don't want your protection.......
Even when I thought it was art...hate consumes you.

Oh, you stupid Muse, this is your end.
The orchestra has stoped, there's no music left.
You were my inspiration, the worst of them.

How nice it is...now that you have left.
Oh my dear Muse, it was good when you were there.
I'm just joking...I wish I couldn't see your face again.

By Pemberley Winter
I know what you are.....you're gonna be bad for my bussines.....I can realize that

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:::sonreir1::: I found it a little bit... acid in some parts, like the last verse for example, and i have to admit I liked it, i think this is the first time i see someone making fun of it's muse and that's something great since life's not all pink or white or whatever the color is.
Mmm... prettt interesting the way you go from sadness to love and then return, I still wonder how you do that.
Pem... I'm learning from you, so i hopre to keep on reading you, hugs.

 

Hey Redwing!, so nice you liked it........yeah this time my muse was useless :::sonreir1:::.
I didn't understand much the thing you told me about love and sadness and also returning..what did you mean?....is that bad?.
I'm glad I can help!.
Greetings, Pemb:::sorpresa1:::