Writing

23 January, 2007 at 22:50 (Uncategorized) ()

Who are you to make me write this way?
Who are you to dissolve me with a look
And have me write it down?
Where did you spring from and what made me,
Suddenly look at you and start painting?
Where do the muses come from
and why do they stay or go?

And still I’m writing.
And still I’m painting.

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2 Comments

  1. bodybag_pilgrim said,

    This sounds somehow like a spoken-word intro to a song.

    • luvlymish said,

      See it’s when you say stuff like that that I wish I was musical.

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