Ode.1: to domme morrigan

What do you think all the poetry is my muse?
A way to explain…what it’s like to be alive to look into your eyes

How do you put that into words g? What I see in you?

Yet I try, just cause I keep trying

Why?

What is the meaning of life?

(I’m making this into a poem)

Perhaps I am a poet

If I’m a poet

You’re poetry

Let us be together

And forget about the meaning of life

And make poetry