I want to be pretty
That's nothing new
I want to be looked at like I look at you
Oh how I hate being the poet and never the muse
Oh how I want to be appreciated like I appreciate you
My dear can you hear me?
Can you hear my pleads
Love me
But you refuse
You look at me
All you see is nothing
Just a shell
A shell that never loved themselves
So you think
How can I love you
My muse
I swear
You are all that makes me happy
The only way you'll remember how I looked at you
Is how I burned the color of your eyes on paper
How I carved the sound on your voice in my heart
How I thought About you all the time
What you were
And what I was
My dear muse
Help me
Take my heart and destroy it
I can't stop you
It's already yours
