Unsent Letter From The Muse
My dear friend, I guess the question is this:
you live to dream in worlds of pretty words
of fanciful thoughts and the darkest truths
with words that arouse me to truly wish
that they be true, even if truth is blurred,
in art or dreams or fantasies of youth.
I wish to be that beauty you speak of-
angelic yet demure, which I am not.
The mirror shows me less than your eyes see
speaking with reverence that’s close to love:
your poems , sweet yet filled with tender shocks
capture my heart only to set it free.
My fear is soon, you’ll see me as I am
and replace me, a thought I cannot stand
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