March 2009
1 post
My Muse Ran Away
I used to write love poetry.
I used to write words that would
sing and dance
tell tales of romance
— all inspired by my muse.
But let me tell you some news.
See, my muse,
my muse ran away with another man.
She met him, as did I,
at the coffee shop.
Me,
covering the pages of my notebook
with lust-filled narratives.
Him,
highlighting the pages of his textbook
filled with...