It's always you and me
although you changes frequently
Is it how it's meant to be?
Consequently?
Another muse, another day
But not the inspiration anyway
I'd like to say.....
Not today
The past keeps recurring monumentally
Swallow sweets, that keep things happily
I'd like to call, but don't know what to say
I might just do it anyway!
Do you know this emptiness inside of me
Did I let something go, set it free?
Should I have held on tighter
Or was this guest just meant to see!?
I don't know how to live inside 4 walls
But it's been too long since I've wanted to fall
To fall means soaring high above the clouds
But also means a sheer drop
Bring on the clowns!!!
Poetry, out there, somewhere, sharing the muse.
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