Musings of a muse

Austen and Shakespeare have ruined me. 
In a world bereft of romance. 
I seek the one to whom a muse I could be. 
Could I inspire a poem, a song, a sonnet?
Or will my life remain unsung?
Doomed to be forgotten, like so many others.

One thought on “Musings of a muse

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *