Never love a poet.
He'll be cynical and observant
But never to your face
You'll find it written
hidden in free-verse
His emotional side
you adore
that ingenuous façade
She'll pretend she loves you
And him, and many more
Binge drinker
Experimenter
She needs Dutch-courage
To gain experience
To later put on paper
Never showing anyone.
I only hope
We aren't all
degrading poets.
Find one free of
This poetic-disease
You'll be happier
I'm sure
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An insightful and nicely written piece, Hannah. Thanks