Verser van de pen als dit kan haast niet. Dus wat vinden jullie van mijn nieuwste werk?
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The muse of art,
A passion deep…
A fantasy,
Outside your sleep…
The crumble came,
And I can’t see…
The muse has left,
What’s wrong with, me…?
The passion of my soul,
The story still untold,
I’ll find the one who stole,
The muse I use to hold,
The flow came to a stop,
I can no longer write,
The only skill I got,
It shun so ever bright…
And all the while,
I pass the day as though,
Silly games,
The only thing I know,
I lay in bed,
I can not get up,
And I know,
That it won’t ever stop,
The passion of my soul,
The story still untold,
I’ll find the one who stole,
The muse I use to hold,
The flow came to a stop,
I can no longer write,
The only skill I got,
It shun so ever bright…
I’ll break the wall!
I know I’ll write again…
After all!
This is where I stand…
I’ll break the wall!
I can not stand still…
I’ll tell you all…
I refuse to fail!
The passion of my soul,
The story still untold,
The pen is drying up,
But I won’t ever stop,
The muse won’t ever fade,
I know it’s not too late,
I’ll prove these feelings wrong,
I know I’ll carry on!
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The muse of art,
A passion deep…
A fantasy,
Outside your sleep…
The crumble came,
And I can’t see…
The muse has left,
What’s wrong with, me…?
The passion of my soul,
The story still untold,
I’ll find the one who stole,
The muse I use to hold,
The flow came to a stop,
I can no longer write,
The only skill I got,
It shun so ever bright…
And all the while,
I pass the day as though,
Silly games,
The only thing I know,
I lay in bed,
I can not get up,
And I know,
That it won’t ever stop,
The passion of my soul,
The story still untold,
I’ll find the one who stole,
The muse I use to hold,
The flow came to a stop,
I can no longer write,
The only skill I got,
It shun so ever bright…
I’ll break the wall!
I know I’ll write again…
After all!
This is where I stand…
I’ll break the wall!
I can not stand still…
I’ll tell you all…
I refuse to fail!
The passion of my soul,
The story still untold,
The pen is drying up,
But I won’t ever stop,
The muse won’t ever fade,
I know it’s not too late,
I’ll prove these feelings wrong,
I know I’ll carry on!