With My Poems

I come with my poems
I come with my sorrows
I come with my clumsiness and carelessness
And my sweetness, the affections that melt an iceburg

You cannot have me part-time
You cannot blow me up, play with me
And then deflate me and put me away
Like some xxx toy

You cannot dearate such a dear existance
You cannot deflate my poems
I come with all my poems
Day and night, and even after you are gone