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
Random Poems
World Wide Fart Imagine all the laughter we’d start if, Everyone in the world suddenly farted! It…- Miss (Your) Fire Since you've been gone I've been playing with sparks; But…
- Fox I. Grey clouds. Green fields. Wind swept. Grass hills. White lamb. Red fox. Loud bleat. Jaw…
- The Death of Love I'm sorry that I hurt you, I'm sorry that you cried, Now you're gone forever, and what we…
- A Girl The ink that shadows the sun-drenched skin The girlish innocence accompanied by sin The pale…
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