spinning round and round. fast and faster.
Dear Muse- your last words repeat itself like the pattern of seeds on a strawberry. each seed so perfectly still-unchangeable.
the screeching silence stabs my heart with question.
how comforting to have you by my side,
how inducing your unique beauty.
how detailed is your love,
how far from reach it remains.
how real you feel, look and taste-
but oh, how transient your words prove to be rightnow.
Under your covers, creativity comes to life- blooming innovation towards every direction.
Under your covers i keep a jar big enough to fit all of the pictures you have painted with a heavy heart. Under my covers, the paint leaks down my skin as the canvas returns to white.
white.
when i'm not with you- i think of you. as you consume my everyday thought, i consume your occasional nectar.
i'll lie in the dark, cold bed of sinking horror-counting the cracks on the ceiling until your return.
don't forget me
Sincerely,
Me
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