Today, while you're away,
I've picked up my old laptop,
After a long time.
My mind's been spurting out lines,
once again, I want to write.
And I've always loved this keyboard.
What better place to go to,
when I want to start afresh?
Everything I had locked up
Have been gushing out the past week.
I lied to you, dear muse.
You said you had 4 rules of dating.
And one was to never date a writer.
I merely laughed it off.
What difference does it make, right?
I'm leaving anyway.
Besides, I'm not that much of a writer.
Perhaps it wasn't a lie.
I'll hang on to that belief.
And you'll never find out,
that I enjoy muses too.
You mistook me, when I called you brave,
for sharing your works with the world.
You said you just wanted to write,
that nothing else mattered.
But I only said it because
I never could bring myself to do it.
I want to tell my first love,
that four years later,
I've found another muse.
But this is a short flame,
perhaps the shortest I'll ever have.
And so I've returned
To the screen that watched
my heart quietly break
all those years ago.
To the keys that felt
the emotions that surged through me
and yet, always stood by.
It's time to let them know
that I'm doing just fine.
For this might be the last time
I'm using them as an instrument,
to pour out the words
that I can't contain anymore.
Rest assured, though.
I will continue to write;
For, what else have I got,
That is truly mine?
29.06.2019
//Because you told me you've always loved daisies.
