The Other Side Of Me

poet love

Never love a poet;
for their desk will
be filled with ink,
their papers will be
of every asset of yours
to the inch of your
flaws.

They will look at your
eyes as if it were
the stars they adore
since Grade 2.

But after all they're
made of ice and
they will be willing to
pour all of themselves to keep
you cool on this
hot summer day.

Love a poet because
she is who she is.

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A/N: As you can see there's no date it was written just because this poem was revived. I've been in grief for the past few days that also caused me to update more seldom, my Tumblr account was deleted completely therefore including my poems. This poem is one of those that have been deleted that's why I just re-made it quite similar but as I've said, it is revived.

I'm still in the midst of moving on since that Tumblr account is very precious to me because it's been a big part of my teenage life.

I'll be needing a lot of time, but hey life goes on.