My little muse (Object to use) I know you are young And the future's confused So you, I could guide So cut off, with knife She who gave you life Cuz' she wants you no mind But you, I sought Always with good thought So leave yourself tame And with me, laugh along (I smile, just in think) 'till blood, we drink Lost in the winds Lost track of time But hush, now stay quiet And scream tongue tied Cuz' they're listening And I've been working To give us hide But now you're asking What else do I hide I'll promise, lover That all my others In the river, didn't fall But you couldn't move on Your voice in throat locked What did you say you see That my old muselings You saw them on the streets And told you ugly things I swear, they're lying But you don't believe My truth said In your ear deaf That I have an ill will And your faith, I've theft Your eyes wide grow Your heartbeat slows You've thoughts of smoke But I beg you, muse Please curb your shouts Leave yourself to me Show me your sweet If you my path go down Please, come, follow But you scream no And you've marked me
Another older poem I was tweaking recently. This one's about the bad kind of love. The kind that ain't really love. The kind where you're not sure if they even want you to have them, it seems like they just want to have you. Just something to think about.