Shall I make you my muse ?
Loving you is what makes my life not mundane.
Shall I dream of kissing you ?
Holding you in my arms, I'd sleep safe in the knowledge that you're there to stay.
What are these forlorn sighs ?
Why do I trace your outlines from oceans away.
I wove iron into my spine when I sent you away.
Steel, that keeps me from crawling back to you.
Lately I've been wondering if pinning my self in place was the cost I paid for keeping my pride
















