the muse

 the love we feel will forever grow

whether in love or out

the bonds we leave are too entwined in our souls

i could never hate you

for i love and i love until i am torn

and even then

i will never stop loving

for you are too entwined in my soul

the love we held will not compare

for the muse you’ve become

but those you love who do not love you

will become poetry instead


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