Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Sitting on this rusty balcony I teeter on the median of self-contempt and why I latch onto men and women of any kind so I am the ********** to those who are in the moment I crave, yearn for someone better. Bemymuseyou Bemymuseworld I am just a blonde, ribbon-haired child you see I am not the artist sitting on a rust balcony No I'm the child Not the muse not the Mother I am not an author creator No I am a child.
0
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Ramblings of the odd and lonely.
Sitting on this rusty balcony I teeter on the median of self-contempt and why I latch onto men and women of any kind so I am the ********** to those who are in the moment I crave, yearn for someone better. Bemymuseyou Bemymuseworld I am just a blonde, ribbon-haired child you see I am not the artist sitting on a rust balcony No I'm the child Not the muse not the Mother I am not an author creator No I am a child.
Somebody help me, I've lost my muse.
emerald-proctor
Written by
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem