Mr. Poetry

Oh Mr. Poetry,
why must you mock me so?
you send me visions
of pencils dancing on paper
designing my next masterpiece.

Oh Mr. Poetry,
why must you constantly tease me?
you place lines of beauty
inside of my mind
only to leave as quick as they came.

Oh Mr. Poetry,
can we find some common ground?
you have filled up the drafts
on my cellular phone
only to be left unended.

Oh Mr. Poetry,
did you find another mistress?
we use to be so perfect,
match made in heaven
where is the love?

Oh Mr. Poetry,
will you ever come back to me?
my hearts achin'
over a pencil filled with led
and papers left empy.

Oh Mr. Poetry...