My Muse, My Work In Progress Poem by Keith Michael

My Muse, My Work In Progress



I've always lived from sunset to sunrise, a dark quiet rainy place somewhere inside me still longs for that. i was a romantic, i would sit on parkbecnches and smoke cigarettes, and wait for the clock to strike 11. i would play my guitar and sing the love songs of the renaissance and let live those who embrace in the oil lit street lamps. nothing better than watching him twirl his love around, and around, and around, and love blossom in front of me as if i helped to bring this new life. the guitar has the strings to a girls heart and the voice is the melody that makes her soul swoon. make her feel as loved as the great emperors who fought wars in honor of their mothers and wives, and as precious as the most beloved star that shone throughout the night.

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Keith Michael

Keith Michael

new brunswick, new jersey
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