What poetry can I expect from you
But your eyes
With a soul that soars through the darkened skies
Why do poets need love in verse?
Why must we be subjected to such a curse
Tangled in endless verbs and nouns
Chains of thoughts through rhythm and sound
And you
A mortal, no muse
Words, Why words
When I demand more than your eyes
With a soul that soars through the darkened skies
Every heart beat I expel with pen
Every feeling with a metaphor spent
Again and again
And You can do nothing but love me
And as a fool
I continue to write poetry
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