Asleep

I fall asleep,

against your steady heart,

waking up in my dreams.

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Old Poetry: Only A Muse

You thought you were their only muse,

You were only a muse to them…

Blinded.

Drifting

Drifting away,

like the quiet snow,

outside my window…

The wind blows,

like the distant echo of voices,

I leave behind…

I drift away…

Invisible strings of always and forever…

Invisible strings of always and forever,

bind us together,

as stardusts.