Poets are very good with lies,
They can play hearts like dice.
Leaving you frozen like ice,
All you need is just to be wise.
Poets are good with words,
They can be so romantic;
They call you their world.
You might end up giving
Them your heart as a reward,
For it takes a long time to break
Free from their bond.
Poets can put you in a dome,
And yet they will convince you
it’s a home.
it’s a home.
They ask you to feel free to roam,
You might end up in their bedroom.
Poets can call you their muse,
And yet still be confused.
They would make you look like
fools,
fools,
They are heartless and so they
have
have
Nothing to lose.
Poets can call you their flowers,
They could dedicate their time and
Water you for hours,
Yet you still feel like a loner,
They just lack manners of
Being a good lover.
Poets would tell you they are
single.
single.
Girls are desperate, with them
they
they
Hate to mingle.
Yet they write poems to make
females giggle,
females giggle,
All they do is write about
beautiful girls with dimples.
beautiful girls with dimples.
Poets are very wide,
They can dribble the soul and kill
the mind.
the mind.
And take the heart on a hell ride,
So I wonder; are there even poets
that are kind?
that are kind?
written by Kosemani Mariam
mariam.tola@gmail.com
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