Monday, October 3, 2016

For You

They always wonder, who?
These words that she wrote
Who were they for
Did this string of syllables belong to her
Did it belong to the boy down the hall
Did it belong to the girl on the street
Did it belong to him
Or did it belong to her
It was the mystery around her
They were all wrong
They would never know who these words were for
Because an artist doesn't reveal their subject
My muse was hidden the bushes far away
The inspiration was a masked figure that followed me around
These words were not meant to be found out
They were there to take away the pain
For them and for me
These words that she wrote 
They were always for someone
And that someone was you

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