I fall in love with every broken hearted,
Black-haired singer, poet, artist,
I’ll never be the muse that inspires that rush,
Of a cascading all-consuming star crossed crush,
I’ll just remain a stereotypical poetic trope;
A smoker, a toker, a poet without hope.
I fall in love with every broken hearted,
Black-haired singer, poet, artist,
I’ll never be the muse that inspires that rush,
Of a cascading all-consuming star crossed crush,
I’ll just remain a stereotypical poetic trope;
A smoker, a toker, a poet without hope.
This is rather good. So much so, that I googled it looking for what these lyrics were from. Since I couldn’t place the song.
Colour me impressed:
No results found for “i’ll never be the muse that inspires that rush”.
High praise! Thank you Sir!