My Muse

A poem about my lost Muse.

I wonder if I'll keep writing you these poems

Until the day I die

Or until the day you return to my arms

I wonder if you think of me when you read them

Do you lower your defenses

Or do you keep yourself guarded

I hate not having my muse by my side

Writing about missing her

Instead of loving her

I must have been fooling myself

Thinking you weren't the most beautiful woman

I've ever laid my eyes upon

I wish I could have wrote you the sweetest words

In the sweetest ways

But I couldn't find them

I loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you

And then I swore I'd love you forever

Until my dying day and beyond

It's horrible things have changed between us

We have so much history

That it kills me we don't feel the same as we did

If I could turn back the hands of time

I'd turn them back to when we were happy

When our love was all we needed

I'd keep you wrapped in my arms

Staring into your blue eyes

Holding in your smell of home

I'd write my muse a new poem

Every week of the year

Just to make her feel special

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This was such honest poetry infused with such genuine warmth..i feel every poet has been here..a muse always walks away perhaps it is this walking away which writes poetry of greater depth.

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. every week? ... i'd write one every day ... but then it's not about unwritten poems, is it? ... these words come from a beautiful heart ... one that probably went a little unnoticed ... they speak of a timeless ache ... and they speak eloquently ...

[Vertigo]

Beautiful :) "Holding in your smell of home" is a lovely line

[Sam]

This is beautiful. I can definitely understand this kind of situation. But cheer up anyway! *hugs*

[Dream Weaver]

Well done my friend, I can relate to this one for sure....

[Crinkle°]

a long poem very well appreciated. Thank you, Jeff. I also think that "muse" is a beautiful word.