Random Poems

Sunday, 15 September 2013

The Muse

The Muse

She came to you out of nowhere it seems;
Riding on a butterfly's wings of dreams.
The inspiration that you always need,
Making the words out of you bleed.
But, will those words still belong,
Once she has up and gone?




By J. Barrett
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