Finding My Muse

I sit by the window

Wondering what to write

I rack my brains

And empty my thoughts

To find a muse

And brew it into

Something more beautiful

Than you…

And I sit there, for hours

Staring at the stars

With bare pages

And unused ink.

Had I only looked up

And stared into your eyes,

I would have penned down sonnets

Describing the play of angels and demons in them.

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