Reading my skits and my lines
I realized that my heart was so blind
Over time, and time again
I fell for love that wasn't my friend
My Muse has gone away
to a better place
for her heart to play
My Muse has gone away
My pencil doesn't get used up anymore
the paper has turned to yellow
like it did before
and still, this table cracks
and the wheels don't even roll back
while my heart is laid back...
My Muse has gone away
to a better place
for her heart to play
My Muse has gone away
But for me, life is strong
I don't worry for what is wrong
...but still
My Muse has gone away
to a better place, where she could play
My Muse has gone away
Written by P.J Mimo
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About the Creator
P.J Mimo
Canadian Poet & Writer born in Montreal, Quebec
Started writing poetry in 1996 after a failed relationship with a young woman.
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