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"I lost my muse

The day I told you the truth 

... about how I loved you...

You told me it was supposed to be you,

It was always supposed to be you.

It was late nights and early mornings

Mourning the connection we used as a spark,

You were the last ember dancing in the dark-

With your arms open wide and that crooked little grin that curves up on one side.

I remember the way your eyes twinkled under the moonlight

I remember our memories

I remember it all.

But those are just pretty words

About people we once were

And I lost my muse again,

The day you told her "I do"

Now all that's left is a broken record

Playing my favorite tune,

Singing the bittersweet words

"It was supposed to be you,

It was always supposed to be you."

MB