Muse

I was sixteen when I first met you;

The age when I thought everything in my world is gonna collapse.

The first time I laid my eyes on you,

I definitely have no idea how much you're gonna mean to me.

The first time we touched each other's skin accidentally,

I felt that you'd be different than the others.

At first, I was trying to suppress what I felt.

Later on, I realized there was no point stopping it.

I was sixteen and you were eighteen.

I remembered how shocked you were when I told you I was only turning seventeen.

You couldn't believe it.

Then a month later, I finally turned seventeen, and talking to you was the greatest gift I've ever received but didn't know it back then.

Time passes by and almost everything that I write was all about you.

I wrote what I feel about you;

I wrote what I admire about you;

I wrote what changed in me because of you;

Almost everything became connected to you.

Few years passed by and now you're turning twenty-one while I'm still nineteen, waiting to turn twenty.

Now everything that I write;

And almost everything that I draw is you.

They're about you and they're you.

You became my muse, my inspiration, idea, and motivation.

It's now your birthday and you're now twenty-one.

Happy birthday my muse, wish you will be happy till the day you breathe your last breath comes.

04-04-2022