Superseded Muse

She’s not the one you write for any more
Perhaps she hasn’t been for years
She gave that privilege away
It died when you dried your tears

If she exists in your head, what happens to her when she no longer inspires you?

If she exists in your head, what happens to her when she no longer inspires you?

Fear not golden girl
As you creep into your decrepitude
Your favours blossom still

 

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