It’s early, to early to feel this kind of pain.

My Muse: My Escape:My Soul

As the pain creeps in and the shakes soon begin
I’m taken to place where my head starts to spin.
Of lovers lost or soon to be found. Of things I’ve forgotten
Or left on the ground.
A passage a puzzle a place in my heart
An ending a torture my muse is apart,
Of life and love or little white gloves
Please chase away this pain.
Give me shelter inside a place I can hide
From angels and demons
And reasonable reasons.
One night, one kiss, would I remiss
The brain wants what the body can’t have
And the heart can’t handle.

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