The Kind Muse Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

The Kind Muse



No man ever passed the chance
of a great f**k. Unfortunately

I wasn't one of them. I kept
the heart. I, a maniac,

still afraid of making love,
stumbling behind my lips,

traveling on the footprints of
a woman, who was more man than me.

Monday, September 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,pain,painful
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