Muse

With your arm around my waist,
I don’t wish to act out of haste.

But right now I want to run,
Far away from what’s begun.

Sleeping next to a statue,
Never moving, never new,
Sleeping with a broken heart,
One considering a restart.

Where there’s no paradise,
There’s no moon to rise.

There’s no love to hold,
There’s no bond grown old.

You wish to join the angels,
But you never hear the bells,
How every sign is telling you,
To turn back and just be true.

They’re telling you to hold me,
Telling you to finally set me free.

Begging you to love me for me,
Instead of judging all that I see.

I see a bird in your hands,
And only one person understands,
What it is to be that bird,
The bird who never spoke a word.

You expect me to be amused,
Yet I just sit here, mused.

You expect me to smile and say,
That I am happy living this way.

Being your statue every single day…
♠ ♠ ♠
Love is called love for a reason.x.x.x