ALLEGORY Poem: The Artist, by Vee Günther

I’m tired of being the artist, this time I wanna be the muse,
I wanna be the inspiration, I wanna be the spur.
I want to read a poem about the sound of my laugh,
or listen to a song about the sparkle in my eyes.
I want to see me through someone else’s lens,
to see how goofy I look when I dance,
how flowy the wind makes my hair.
But I have to be the artist, I’ll never be the muse,
otherwise, who would write the poems about you?
Who would write poems about the sound of your laugh?
Or paint skies as blue as your eyes?
If I weren’t the artist if I were the muse,
who would write songs about every little thing I like about you?
I’m tired of being the artist, this time I wanna be the muse,
but I guess I can wait a little longer if it means that I get to write about you.

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