Sunday, July 17, 2011

My Muse I Just Can't Refuse

She's so foreign it's somewhat bohemian
Her words speak a different language but her eyes beg to differ
Can I go on breathing life with crazy shenanigans?
Or is this playing with fire and leaving a trail of litter...

Living high living with pride
I sometimes get tangled in a web of lies
This is crazy my mind's a little hazy
You're my muse I just can't refuse

I get addicted at every word and thought about her
Put a crush o' meter and it would smoke through the roof
Most nights I crash in with her
She keeps me with her... people now think I'm aloof

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