the muse
I know I’ve seen this love before
but I’ll endure it just once more
and once again if this one ends
and a dozen more, if cupid lends
a stranger to loss, I am not
I’ve lost as many as caught
some walk, some run, some retreat
some cling, some fight, some just cheat
I’ve lost sleep, faith and all hope
but in time, I learned to cope
that it’s okay to hurt and cry
to mourn til your tears run dry
then I swear off relations
avoid social locations
until I wake up one dawn
missing the sound of her yawn
then once again, love is on.
