My muse does tickle,
I cannot deny,
but she does not stop…until I cry,
so I try to be happy,
I want to be free,
but then I miss her,
touching me,
With a tear in my eye,
I reach for my pen,
begging for her to touch me again
BLCostello©2021
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
My muse does tickle,
I cannot deny,
but she does not stop…until I cry,
so I try to be happy,
I want to be free,
but then I miss her,
touching me,
With a tear in my eye,
I reach for my pen,
begging for her to touch me again
BLCostello©2021
Nope, I dont speak French! Lol, but I could not resist the word play merci and the suggestion of gratefulness and to spare. Hope you'll forgive