Lost Muse

September 1, 2011
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Soft eyes,

filled with hate,

but regret.

Gentle hands,

push me away,

but stroke my hair.

The smell of cologne,

in a crowded room,

it's yours,

but not you.

Where did you go,

my sweet muse?

Why did you leave,

and take my words?

My eyes,

still look for yours.

My lips,

still whisper your name.

The smell of you,

still in my dreams,

makes my heart race

to think you're near.

My silent muse,

come back to me.

Fill my page

with words of hope,

take away the empty


My loving,


missing muse,

why have you

abandoned me?

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