The muse has left the building,
Not really him but me,
I am moving a thousand miles away,
I may not think of him every day,
But just info to make me insane,
Info to hurt this heart in a million pieces,
held together with duck tap and glue,
Some of it melted together but whats a girl to do,
The heart broke before this one it will probable shatter again,
I hope some one will give me lot's of safety pins,
To hold this wreck together,
This one mite even sweep her of her feet,
which would be amassing to see,
It would be like blowing away the earth,
which only the sun can do,
Worm he'd make me smile,
Nerves I would probably sweat,
So far but close we'd be,
Even when winter hit,
He'd be my life,
I wounder if i will be his.
