My Moody Muse

She hides when I look for her,

sometimes playfully,

or shyness,

and sometimes, out of fear.

 

Looking right at me,

she’ll smile

all tease and seduction,

and ignore my beckoning.

 

Sometimes she cries,

and steps out of my embrace,

and nothing I can say or do

will console her.

 

There have been times, too,

when blood was spilled when

we’ve made war, then love,

and sit together writing in the

quiet places of our hearts.

 

Sometimes apart,

but always

united.

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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