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