And yet I wonder what I saw in you
The lies that clouded your eyes?
Or was it that your poetry made you appealing?
Words can alter one’s view of another
Maybe that was what I felt for you…
The way your words could travel across paper
And leave its imprints on my heart
But after your poetry was inflamed…
The love I had for you faded just as quickly as it came
Then I think again…
Maybe it wasn’t love I had for you but an infatuation
A common situation that happens artists and their muses…
You inspired work… but it wasn’t you that it was written for
You were just a model, standing in for real love…
Until, she walked into my life
[Quite possibly not a poem at all but just a few ideas thrown around. I’m not sure but it was something on my mind, so I decided to get it out. Maybe I’ll work it into a proper poem, something that is memorable]
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