You are my muse
Sweet music to my ears
Bringing vivid images to my mind
Yet you frighten me.
Truth is spoken deep in your words
Only some can hear it
It's haunting way of effecting you
Changing you in a different way.
It exposes wounds or laughter to you
Make the pain real so you must face it
Making love embrace you, to comfort you
You have something no one can run from.
Some may call it creative
A art you have learned and now create
I call it pure, sweet truth
A knife that cuts down into your bones.
For I can run and hide
Beg or make lies to shield myself from it
Yet in the end I will have to face the fact
You are my muse and I hear you.
Forever and always.