How feels it to know,/
even in silence, that you’re/
a permanent muse?
Or
How does it feel to/
know that you’re a permanent/
muse, e’en in silence?
How feels it to know,/
even in silence, that you’re/
a permanent muse?
Or
How does it feel to/
know that you’re a permanent/
muse, e’en in silence?
Ive organized my/
closet by color and clothes/
type. What’s wrong with me?
I needed your kind/
words more than you know. Lifted,/
now I’ll go dancing.
Do your very best
And do it with a good attitude.
Miss(ed) Muse: How does it/
feel to know you (Di)ed and left,/
Leaving me alone?