I am a puppet and you are my
muse, you know you love it, but you are
confused. You want to know if I
feel this way every time
Like that really matters, like the truth’s hard to
Find. I wish I were more
interested in
doing this
right, but I can’t bring myself to do any-
thing healthy
Tonight. I don’t see how
self destruction can be appealing
Or all this secret revealing...but if you
shout it like you mean it, I bet I’ll
Start to believe it...however, If you
can keep on making me
hurt
This all
may be worth it. The
art in exchange for my
heart

How A musing!

I think I saw Sadie say MUSE in one of her poems today than I write one and it that word sticks, than I notice Sl0w said muse in his piece I read earlier and PoeticalMaster I just read in his write and now you!

I just found that pretty a musing!

And here is the part where you say,

"you are just being too preceptive for your own good."

We're just a bunch of muse-ologists.

and muse-cians

and the poem speaks of a lesson we must all learn through the course of living... love thyself first and foremost only then may you love PROPERLY and allow another to do the same! Lovely!

muse it or lose it

exactly!!