In this ridiculous
cynical world
can two people be each other's muses?
despite sketchy moves, drawn to each other
mixing like a drink at a pretentious southern bar
written as a thought-provoking short story
with a sudden ending.
Is there a way for the person I write about
to be out there, thinking of me?
Making his own version of poetry?
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
In this ridiculous
cynical world
can two people be each other's muses?
despite sketchy moves, drawn to each other
mixing like a drink at a pretentious southern bar
written as a thought-provoking short story
with a sudden ending.
Is there a way for the person I write about
to be out there, thinking of me?
Making his own version of poetry?
