don't fall in love with a poet
who has molten butterscotch eyes
don't fall far down for their baby breath blues
'cause you like the meter constrained in their lies
their rosesugar lips are not saintly
and their hypnotic dark verse is not love
their stained-ink fingertips are not dainty
and their words are but a bloodlust glove
poets are dangerous creatures
dementors wrapped in enigma and glow
pentameter passés so delicately thrust,
riposte! blow by vivid blow
they'll disarm you with poignant whispers;
hymns of muses and song of lore
their sibilant silver tongues will sing you to sleep
and then plosively crumble your core
they'll twist the forsaken light into tangles of dark
crack your skull to sing praise of the carnage
they'll blossom mistletoe in the mass massacre
and stab words out of your barbed-wire ribcage
they seek comets in dead-black streetlamps
because reality's never enough for their heads
they marry insanity in a painted white dress
and rendezvous with the verse under their beds
so don't fall in love with a poet
'cause their allusion'll eclipse your head
falling in love with a poet will kill you
and you won't even realise you're dead
a/n: an update!! finally!! hope you guys like this one and thank you for all the love so far :))
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Poetry"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
