With my muse
I beg an excuse
I do accuse
Myself of something not so fun
My muse wants a shotgun
She likes life.
Yet sometimes she would cut herself with a knife.
Life is brutal
With her and me
Her illness could be fatal.
I love her so and i give loyalty.
As a friend...
To the very end!
Beautiful ^_^
me with one of my muses... :)