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
Comments
Post a Comment