To my Muse:
These words won't serve you any justice. You mean so much more. You're simply ineffable. You are the inexplicable feeling that dwells inside my veins, the magnetic force that pulls on the strings of my heart causing the urge to sprawl your existence on to paper. So, no, these words won't serve you any justice, but I hope it's enough to tell you how I feel, to tell you that you are a masterpiece in my eyes.
You are my everlasting Muse.
~Linsey Young
***♡***
the muse
...all of these feelings just keep
becoming poems about you
~butterflies rising
YOU ARE READING
Muse
PoetryWe all meet that one person, an unfathomable soul, to whom our hearts belong to within our consent. And to me it will always be him-only him- my hearts most unyielding desire, the ineffable being and melody my heart beats to. My muse. ______________...
