A Musing.

Great difference it is,

To love and to be in love.

Love is all giving,

Regardless of receiving.

Sometimes all I want is to give,

And together I’ve never thought we must be.

Perhaps they’re exaggerated writings,

Perhaps they’re emotional misunderstandings.

There’s something about you,

But I don’t understand what I feel.


I don’t want to be misused,

Or maybe

I’d just like you to remain my muse.


Some people don’t speak to you,

Not that we know of consciously.

They speak directly to your heart.

That you you’ve been trying desperately to hide.

That unconscious you,

You didn’t even know existed

Until you hear their voice,

Your soul becomes all baring.

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