The Reincarnation Of Poetry

I didn't think you could change me but you did.
With each word and line it became you instead.
Now I sit here wondering what became of me.
It isn't me any more it is reincarnated poetry.

You tempted me with rhymes and meaning.
With each new poem there is the cleaning.
Daily I die and you take more and more.
I search the data bank; I try hard to store.

Evolution now comes; Destiny overcame.
All I was is gone; I don't even have a name.
I didn't have a clue; You came as a surprise.
I couldn't see you; You don't have any eyes.

You must have knew what would transpire.
You betrayed me; Made me a poet for hire.
Now I do your bidding; I await you lure.
I am lost in you but somehow must endure.

Still a little bit of you is still a part of me.
I still have my say; I still have personality.
You reap my thoughts; You hold my mind.
It is for you that I write; You are so unkind.