Her beauty, a marvel
To the artists’ eyes.
But every night,
She cried herself to sleep
Coz her love was blind.
Tag: muse
With cold hands and a numb mind
I walked to unwind.
Dull red and brilliant blue
Were the colours that came through..
From bars and her shiny eyes.
She glanced at me cold as ice
Then went amiss
Into the shadows of the night.
Like a stray I drifted away
Into the coldness of her familiar sight.
She asked me, “What is life?”
So, I sketched her.
Into Words 