oh will it?, there really is no use
your poetic muse has got you by a noose
one you survive by only the tears you cry
i will long to be the muse you find
the one profound with serenity all around
it may take you longer to feel what you've found
your worth the wait, but it hurts to merely smile
is it so bad to want to be the mere salvation
the one i want you to get from this soul of mine
with what i've sewn to your back, these wings of time
i am just the words in your head, but the ones you never say
i am not worth the light you shed upon your chosen one
for i am only worth the mere shadow you leave behind