CALL TO MY MUSE

you've broken my heart into pieces
too tiny to be sewn into stitches
you've left me wounded with a blow
too feeble, to crawl after your shadow

in the downpour, i await patiently
nursing my heart downheartedly
i count each advancing second
hoping you'd come 'n hold my hand

malicious clod bites so deep
to your love, i've lost my grip

i long for the warm quiet nights
when your touch , could turn on my bedroom lights

my fingers keep on itching
pieces of mind cant stop twitching
\as i watch every drop of my ink ooze

i call out to you my muse


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