Never a poet

    Never a poet, 
I never want to date a poet,

He'll give more attention,

To his pen, than me,

And leave me in the cold,

Of night,

And early dawns,

While he romances to his pen.

I never want to marry a poet,

Their vows are sweet,

But like wind,

They'll come and blow in a blink,

And when gone,

I'll be left in an inferno,

Of a broken heart,

No! Am afraid.

I never want to kiss a poet,

It will be adultery,

For we are both married to our pens,

And we've both given birth to our words,

Our lips will be a factory of words,

No, i dread!

I never want to lay down with a poet,

It'll be horrible,

For we've lived to enjoy our nakedness,

Our bed will be a river of words,

And we'll be bored,

And I'll tear down,

With bare emotions,

No am not ready for it!

Written by Ava