I am not Jesus
Why should I utter
I have no uto*.
I love you
I go to you
With my poetry
Full of woe.
You may talk
You may walk
With you.
Let me stay
With my night
With my woe.
My poetry
Is to look
My poetry
Is eager
To go
To a book.
* Uto - Utopia
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Poemhunter is our book to have a look at fresh ideas, borne of thoughts we were born to share...