Can I Be Your Muse
Can Be Your Muse
Can i be your muse
Like you are mine
paint me in beige
paint me in black
paint me in red
paint me in my true colors
whatever that may be to you
Paint me in dark colors
paint me in light colors
Paint me in whatever is beautiful to you
whether be it in storms
or rainbows after the storm
or the beautiful sunset chasing after the moon that glistens in the dark
paint me in colours only you can see
or colors only we know of
Paint me colours never seen before
colours of better days
colours of tales never told before
Can I be your muse
to take you through
my whirlwinds of colours
About the Creator
Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke
• Welcome to the worlds trapped in my head•
Insta: Zambezian_Muse
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