My Muse

I type and type till my screen wears out Till the keyboard fades I write and write till I use every paper out there Drain pens of ink and pencils of lead I speak and speak till my voice gives out Till the world goes deaf And I still have so much left in me Because you're my muse My favorite medium to work with Your skin my favorite canvas You are the reason I itch to write The place I experiment The person I want to write about You my dearest friend, Are my muse And I wouldn't have it any other way