My Muse
I know not from where the inspiration comes to enjoy my dedication. The one who provokes, we'll call him my muse I wish I knew how he felt on my views. I know he is the thought behind my every line he is the words behind my every rhyme. He is the one who starts my verse is it a talent? Or is it a curse? I guess I'll never really know for he still refuses to show. If he agrees with what I write or if it hurts him all through the night. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 03:33 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 18 • 0 • 10
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"I know not from where..."