I feel mellow
and yellow
and blue.
Bathed
in the silence
of the truth.
I feel white
and black
and red.
Bathed
in the silence
of the dead.
I feel blissful
and peaceful
and warm.
Bathed
in the silence
of the storm.
I feel blurry
and hazy
and used.
Bathed
in the silence
of my muse.
I feel lazy
and crazy
and shamed.
Drowning
in the echoes
of the sane.
As sanity
begins
to linger.
I feel
the touch
of your fingers.
Upon my face.
Around my neck.
Inside my heart.
Bathed
in my blood
as you rip it apart.
I feel happy
and horny
and bold.
Wrapped in your arms,
I feel naked.
I feel cold.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
This was perfect really!
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hey thanks..:-D
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I have a fading muse too. It is unfortunate, but it was good while it lasted 😛
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sure was.. its weird when when it starts to fade isnt it 😀
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Kind of a let down really. Thought it would inspire me a bit longer than this, but that is why I’ve been lacking on the writing front. 😀
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haha yeah… funny when u have a use… u dont really think… just write… and its beautiful… but when it starts to fade… i been spending time thinking and writing crap and throwing it away just to come across one meaningful syllable that writes itself… yeah i thought id last longer too…:-) hug britt… fairytale princess
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