I wished I met a boy in the city
Where I could share my problems
And still be called legit.

I tried to touch the stars last night
So i took a chair and turned off the light

I reached higher than I ever tried
I saw them already, so beautiful, I even cried

But I lost balance and the chair fell
The light went on, and I was back in my cell

My delightful muse
oh how much I love you
you make me feel good
you make me high
you are my friend when I am alone
you sit there in the table
and compliment my hair
and kiss my cheeks
and make love to me for hours

my delightful muse
I love you
with all my heart
this is not an impossible love
I say in tears
I am yours
and you are mine

This is a letter
from your little baby
that grows in you.

People want from you
they want you to be talkative
they want you to be rich
they want you to be beautiful
when I just feel like being boring
**** them and their long list.

My life was
an open book.
You just forgot
to read a few chapters.