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My Muse


Once upon a time there was a girl

She didn't have a single care in the world

Love was the last thing on her mind.

 

She met a boy with a heart of gold

Every word he said had her sold

Little did she know he'd be the one to break her heart.

 

Years went by and times became harder

He treated her badly and called her names

Her reason for living became her reason for wanting to die.

 

He shouts, and he screams

The pain you feel won't go away

You beg, and you plead 

But he wants nothing more than to push you away

Why do I continue to fight for someone who wants someone else

I hate myself for what I have become.

 

They fought and they fought until they parted ways

She laid in the bathtub in a depressive daze

Wondering what she had done to make him leave.

 

She pondered on the subject for the longest time

Always smoking cigarettes and drinking wine

Staring at the mirror wondering who she had become.

 

She shouts and she screams

The pain she feels won't go away

She begs and she pleads

But she wants nothing more than to throw her life away

Why do I continue to fight for someone who wants someone else

I hate myself for what I have become.

 

Years pass by and the pain subsides

She starts to accept that he's gone for good

Now she wants to focus on the things that are most important to her.

 

A man walks by her like an angel passing by

His gaze is nothing short of magnetic

He'll never like me 

He'll think I'm pathetic

 

She finally gets the courage to talk to him

They laugh and get to know each other over a cigarette

Her ex is now a thing of the past

Because she's now found the man who captivates her

 

She laughs and dies a little inside

The joy she feels wont go away

She walks with him and feels like a child again

Why do I continue to sell myself short

He's the man I deserve

 

It's funny how life changes

One minute your dying inside,

the next minute you're revived and full of life

Storms sweep through, but the aftermath is the most beautiful part

I can't wait for my life with you to start. 

 

 

 

 

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