You Need To Tell Me If You'Ll Stay Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Spilling your memory on a page
To make my heart a poet's heart

To find words, to give you less flaws than
You had, to make you from a woman, a muse

Not for myself but for strangers to adore
To kiss and to tell others too, to come

Here and touch your naked skin, my paper
To make me great among men, praised

Among poets, such arrogance, such pride
Pours out of my cheap pen tonight
To make my poem brave.

Forgive me, for letting others in my heart, where
Only your feet are allowed, forgive me

For giving you a heart of paper
My pockets hold only my hands

If you wish gold, this is not the place
You've mistaken me for a prince.

I'm too skinny to carry such burden, such dream
You need to decide if your heart

needs yellow (gold) or blue (ink)
You need to tell me if you'll stay.