by sophia jane
Only time can heal that pain.
Don't go back to it only wearing blinders.
^6^
Mine steals my whiskey and then plays hide and seek with me. I keep thinking about I'm about to write something amazing, but only half of it comes out and it's not nearly as good as it seemed like it would be. I'm glad to see that as annoying as yours is, she's actually working on your side!
Don't you hate it sometimes? It's such a wonderful feeling but you know there will be dark times when it leaves. Well said.
My muse visits just before I am going to sleep with wonderful words in perfect symmetry then somewhere in the night whisks the words away again and they are never the same or as beautiful ever again
Your muse must know my muse pretty well. I get the same thing. Often. ;) It's good to see poems from you again sj. ♥ -neo
So even for a woman your muse is a woman, fickle and driving you to distraction. And, in the end, leaving you all wrung out.