She was the muse.
He asked her to sit beside him
and he told her that the seat is only for her.
So she sat on that seat. In the morning
and in the afternoon.
You see, he kept his promise that she is the muse. The muse
of the trips and the muse of the bus.
She was the favorite one. She was happy to see the world on the front seat.
Then he told her to keep a secret from her parents or else she would
lose her throne.
And then he did it and she did not have any idea…
She was only 6 years old.
This is my take on The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. Muse.
Where to go right now?
Left or right I can’t decide
Life’s choices. Not easy.
It’s time to play.
The game of cards.
Hit me one, two or please hit me three!
I don’t care if you win
but I ain’t gonna lay all of them.
Not because I’m afraid to lose
but because I’ve got nothing.
There is no use.
It’s the same shit.
We gamble, we bluff and we either lose or win.
My cards seem of no value to many,
I’m gonna stick to them.
Empty or not
because they are mine.
A steel could last a lifetime.
It is proud, beautiful and has the strength and can bear almost anything.
If you want the steel to remain rust free,
take good care of it,
clean, wipe and polish
before it is too late.
I’m dreaming of you
Your warmness is just homey
Oh dear Mister Sea!