the muse

once upon a time,
they were a dark-haired boy
with even darker eyes.
he’d stare when i talked
to people other than him.
when he was caught
he’d look grim.
but when he had me alone
he wouldn’t say much.
silently thinking,
you can look,
but don’t touch.
but then one day,
they became a girl
with a face so pretty
she refined my world.
she’s gentle
and she cares
and she loves so much.
she isn’t afraid
of her own touch.
no matter her blues
she always stays true.
she lets me know
she’s happy
she became the muse.

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