I have
memorized you, dear muse, each wavering eyelash that
casts shadows over fair cheeks,
The rythm of your steps to the
algorithym of your life
The pace of your breaths, quick lovely, lively
yet you remain lifeless beneath my brush on cloudy days-
your voice eludes me, presence evades me,
Rain seeps through your hair like cold sunlight dappling forth,
thin strokes
murky paints and effusing-
red flames.
I watch how limerence tricks you
to take their hand,
why.
not.
mine?.
You
smile
laugh
and love
leaving me behind.
For I will always be the besotted artist,
and you,
my beloved muse.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC
I have
memorized you, dear muse, each wavering eyelash that
casts shadows over fair cheeks,
The rythm of your steps to the
algorithym of your life
The pace of your breaths, quick lovely, lively
yet you remain lifeless beneath my brush on cloudy days-
your voice eludes me, presence evades me,
Rain seeps through your hair like cold sunlight dappling forth,
thin strokes
murky paints and effusing-
red flames.
I watch how limerence tricks you
to take their hand,
why.
not.
mine?.
You
smile
laugh
and love
leaving me behind.
For I will always be the besotted artist,
and you,
my beloved muse.
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