The Muse

Thou art a muse.

Hair hot like Pepe soup.

Bright with ideas but complex like a rubix cube.

Confound in a world that knew nothing of her ways she lit it up all the same, a statue to set all men free.

A halo from a hello, she led me down a path of self discovery.

Search for the Saint deep within the sinner, tears tatted on my face to kill bad habits.

A halo she says hell no! Swearing like a sailor to save me from the deep blue C.

Like go back to noughts and crosses not hugs and kisses that lead to night long dishes.

Get to know our wishes not fulfil our wish list, how many buckets will you be?

Like friends should be like family and your family should be your friends, don’t wait to lose sight before you see.

In a world that kills green for the green, pink notes, paper cuts, blood spills from the genes.

Blood spills from the seams. Scene bloody as it seems.

 

Saving me from ihe ojo she is the muse from out of my dreams.

 

by @Sorom_tbte https://www.instagram.com/sorom_tbte/

Artwork by: Chidi3s (Joel Sydenham)  https://www.instagram.com/joelsydenham/