My Muse
I suddenly remembered a girl while hanging outside by my century old mango tree puffing on my marlboro lights… I refer to her as my muse… I was going through a downturn in my life when I broke up with my 6 and a half year girlfriend (oh but we’re good friends now)…
Every lunchtime at the canteen I would see this girl coming in for lunch and it left a bright spot in my heart… everytime I got the chance to see her I just felt happy all over… then of course when the feeling passed over I felt like chain smoking like hell *snicker*… ahhh, love when we were young, such a fickle thing…. hehehe
Not that I wanted to get into a relationship with this girl, just that I liked seeing her pretty and jovial face everyday… I’d have to say that she helped me cope with my broken heart… because for a brief moment I would forget that my relationship just got flushed down the toilet… *snicker*
I even wrote a poem about her… it was the last poem I ever wrote…
Aren’t thou a work of art?
Rippling the moonpools of my broken heart…
Leaving me in this state of submission…
Enamored am I with your angelic vision…
Nestling the wounds that took their toll…
Easing the madness of my battered soul…
Her name is even in the poem, down there somewhere…Owww man I was so cheezy then…*snicker*
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