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I didn't want to sit and pose for you I didn't want you to paint me For all that I was in that brief moment I was not enough yet then And I had no desire to be your muse I was sitting right in front of you Eyes begging you to keep me forever At the table next to you On the other side of the couch Or to the right of you while you sleep I don't want to be hung on the wall Not touched for months at a time Something you passively think about While I'm left out to dry What a cruel thing to do to someone The glass pedestal you put me on Cut me when I fell from it Will you paint that too?
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
Your Muse
I didn't want to sit and pose for you I didn't want you to paint me For all that I was in that brief moment I was not enough yet then And I had no desire to be your muse I was sitting right in front of you Eyes begging you to keep me forever At the table next to you On the other side of the couch Or to the right of you while you sleep I don't want to be hung on the wall Not touched for months at a time Something you passively think about While I'm left out to dry What a cruel thing to do to someone The glass pedestal you put me on Cut me when I fell from it Will you paint that too?
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Someotheraliasfornow
29/F/Philadelphia
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
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