as I was asked to think on women
to which whom I would call a muse,
there was a loud shuttering ClaK!
still to think on, only few women to choose.
who could I say?
a love scorned
a torch that still burns.  or
the ***** the turned my gut and left me
ClaK!!!  "Why should I care for my outburst enflared, this mess in front of me isn't fair!"
why is this my problem?
when all I want to do is have a little self-reflection bath in the morning air.
Why can't you have your time to judge yourself and tear your own ego apart, everyone else in your life has taken a piece, take un-biased look at your melancholy and you mite find it's terrentially inconsequential .