I'm sorry you have to see my scars
The ones on my arms old and new
The ones on my hips, those too
The ones on my thighs
There are more there than I thought
I did them there to not be caught

But the good news is, my love
My broken heart has been healed
So a new start for you can be revealed
My body is a mess
But my heart is yours, pure and clean
Now I feel beautiful, you make me gleam

I need to know from others
Is there a male version of a muse?
Because that's what he is for me
My inspiration my love, who I choose,
Sometimes we have our own reality
Where we can escape all those rules
I need to know from others
Is there a male version of a muse?

I know I've written other poems
And I've written for other guys
But those ones walked away
And said their dramatic goodbyes,
But this ones says he's here to stay
And my heart doesn't fear any lies
I know I've written other poems
And I've written for other guys

Just a look on his gorgeous face
And my soul starts spilling art
And the things he says to me,
There are no words for my heart
After he's gently held my tormented sea,
He's my best, my love, my counterpart
Just a look on his gorgeous face
And my soul starts spilling art

And darling no doubt whispers
The distinct difference from others
Who filled my heart with lies
But there's love in your eyes
We support one another

Pouring rain, hiding under covers
Cuddling close and finding comfort
In the clouds, my heart flies
And darling no doubt whispers

A love that does not smother
I will never want another
To sit and watch the sun rise
With joy my heart cries
I love you beyond measure
And darling no doubt whispers

If a poet ever tells you
Writing is easy
Writing is fun
If they say this to you
They are lying
Lying a ton
Being a poet
Isn't easy
This is hell
But writers have a place
To call home
To dwell
Where they live comfortably
Is a dark place
A dark cave
And the only ones who enter
Those who love
Those who are brave
Poets are deep creatures
Endless thoughts
Endless pain
If one lets you see inside
Don't injure
Don't be vain
Just quietly sit there
As their soul
Takes you as part
And absorb what you can
As their words
Come from the heart