It must be hard for you
To be the subject
– or is it the object?
or is it the heart? –
Of so many poems.
When you stumble, remember:
I love you and you love me
Even if there be no poems
Even if there be no songs
No mountains, no photos, no words…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
I would love to know how hard it is to be someone’s muse … but I would love to know that the love would last beyond the words even more.
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Well, I guess if you want to be someone’s muse, you have to break their heart first… 🙂
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So that is where I have gone wrong!!!!! Guess I won’t be a muse any time soon!!
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No muse ever became a muse by planning to be one. But everybody is somebody’s muse. You too 🙂 🙂
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It’s kind of sad that I could inspire someone in some way and never know. That actually makes me hurt.
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Really? Makes you hurt?… Why?…
Sometimes knowledge destroys magic.
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I don’t see magic being born of heartbreak. To me knowledge could create magic …..
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Well, I guess things are the way they are – some people let their muse know that they’re the muse, some people prefer, or have no choice but, to leave the muse in the dark. It depends on what works for each person and on the nature of relationship, or lack of it, with the muse.
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I guess, sometimes a muse might be in doubts about the reasons to be loved for.
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Doubt is a beautiful bridge for seekers, lovers and poets.
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This is so tender, I like it. The power of love, of knowing that we love and are loved back in return, can help us rise when we stumble…
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It’s like a cushion, a cloud one is walking on without knowing it… until the moment that one stumbles and falls…
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