musings with my muse by Melinda Sordinoi use my body as distraction
from the life i lead
forgetting why i sleep all day
and why i wish to bleed.
i don't believe i deserve you
this body's not a temple
inside my head i know for sure
it's just not that simple.
sex, drugs and books are all i have
so why should i go on?
the truth of the matter is,
of you i have grown fond.
i'm sorry i'm not more perfect
and sorry i'm not sane
if you're not here and i'm alone
the angels make the rain. 01/06/2004 Author's Note: quite fond of the end; i don't like the second stanza...not deep or anything, but written for the best of muses (Dylan), and finally titled.
Posted on 01/06/2004 Copyright © 2024 Melinda Sordino
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