Of Blue Eyes

You are my muse so maybe you should know

That these scratches and scribblings someday I hope you read.

You became my muse when you brought high to my low

And smiled a smile that made souls bleed

If some day we should walk down that path

Remember that this was more than just infatuation

For clear shall be the absence of wrath

Instead, a carefully nurtured and tendered obsession.

Should I walk away, then said will it be it wasn’t real

Should I hold on, then only will I be chasing a dream

Maybe distance should be a time to heal

But then I keep running back to you my light beam

You became my muse when my suns were going down

You became my muse so my heart’s willing to drown

SOLOMON

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