He Was My Muse Poem by Genevieve Surrender

He Was My Muse

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When I think of him
I can write
rapidly
as if my fingers
are tigers
going after their prey.

When I think of him now
all I come out with
is sappy
sad
pathetic
drivel
that more fits my age range.

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