You were born to become a muse.
Mine or not, does it really matter?
I know, if I tell you, I’ll hear refuse.
The silliest thing is to write you this letter.
So what is the reason and what is the point?
May be your eyes.. They just make me mad.
I’m not far from crying, you try to avoid.
You’re gone and now I’m officially dead.
Muse
© Copyright: Софья Петрина, 2014
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