Misery is in the Muse
Too many days she’d spent wasting away
How so much sadness could cluster
Weighing down inside a chest
Without meaning to
Sorrow not sought to inspire
Lit the flame of a lonely man’s heart on fire
Between awe and guilt he found
Something all too profound
In cries and whimpers
Mixed with tears that fell as if cinders
Delicate lashes that held back oceans
By men who claimed to care
Who’s only aim was to win
Her misery was his melody
Her ugly truth to him was song
Every note sung beautifully
Giving him the words he never could say
Knowing that her pain was the reason he’d stay
© SavannahFilove