Forever its been
Since I picked up a pen
And allowed
My soul to lose control
On paper.
But after I did
When I was finished
All that remained
Where bruises.
Black and blue
Black
The ink that punished
Blue
Lines ment to maintain order
Yet orderly is
Neater here nor there
In terms of
Creativity
or
Inspiration
cause
See what had happen was
For the first time
In a long time
I felt my heart begin to flutter
I couldn’t help but stutter
And its all because of you. . .
My muse
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