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Apr 4
not to proclaim my identity as an artist, but if i were to, you’d be the muse
ur love takes me the farthest
that i’d ever go
ur eyes, resembling the soft blades we walk on, so sweet, making u my muse
ur smile, lips curling up at me like i’m all you’ve ever seen, making u my muse
ur words, slipping out with ease, so gentle, like i could do no wrong, making u my muse
ur touch, so rare, so indescribable, desirable, making u my muse
ur heart, beating at the perfect rhythm, keeping u alive
making u my muse
who else could be my muse but u?
the beauty in u is everlasting
igniting the creativity in me
how could u not be my muse?
when in admiration of u,
i’m on top of the world
of course ur my muse
knowing i’m for u,
ur for me,
and that maybe
i’m ur muse too
& not that i’m an artist, but u r quite the muse.
Written by
abbey  17/F/wonderland
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