My muse
I remember when i first started writing . . .
my words were broken & all over the place,
I didn't even realized it until later
& when people asked me
who & what my inspiration was?
my answer would be so vague & immature.
I didn't know any better.
I didn't understand the meaning behind the words,
I was writing them down
with a thought in my mind.
And a year later now . . .
I believe i have grown in to better
than yesterday,
my words are not so much broken
'cause my heart is.
my words are no longer all over the place
'cause my mind is.
& i am not writing a thought anymore,
I'm pouring my heart on a paper
in hope that it may help it heal.
I'm not sure if i understand the words yet,
but i do have lived them
& now when someone asks me,
what my muse is . . .
It's Him.
It always been.
< s.m >
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