When you are different, so very unusual, but oh, ‘so very fascinating’… and so he said… The muse inspires, exhilarates… seduces their body and confuses their mind.
‘oh, you are so incredibly sexy’, Those eyes are hungry, they say it all…
‘Come on, boy, go for it!’ But he pushed me out into the cold, far away into the dark places of his mind. Desperately, quickly, searching for an ordinary plain girl that reminds him, somehow, of me. And he takes her to the dirty, secret places of my mind, to experience my experiences, haunted by my memory. Trying to see me somewhere inside that girl, and all along he knows she will never be me. A very different doll, a very different soul, and little, dull, doll lover feels the frustration even more.
I’m unobtainable – and you put me out there. Ever so hungry, cast out to starve…! But the muse is left with wings that are torn. Born to inspire, yet never belongs. A muse is not destined to be taken home…
(Dedicated to a certain little arsehole or two! 😛 )