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Date a poet

Date a poet, I have less or more than 13 reasons why.
Date a poet because if not,who will date them
For poets cant date themselves: too much of something is poisonous and so are words.

Poets are the best,only that we have a thing for feelings and attachment
We want someone to love us as much as we love words
Someone who can let us paint the love world in words.

Date a poet,help a brother...see how they tilt the mic and close their eyes, see how they open a blank page and sigh,
See how they see no future without you
How they cant imagine their lives minus you.
Please date a poet

Date a poet if you are either called Sharon,Wendy,Christie or any other name given to a girl child,, Sheila,only a poet could shield you from these Hyenas, Sony, only a poet could save your plasma from screening
Ooh girl child, men were dogs was just a poetical statement,so love them for more.

If you like being pampered then love a poet for they only play with words and skin, date a poet for they not only kiss lips. Date a poet for they do more than seize the moment. Date a poet for they only go under the sheets and not water.

No man is an island, embrace a poet, share this piece to them,making them feel loved and appreciated.

Date a poet,if you love attention,they will make you feel at ease
Love a poet if you like crying,for they will inscribe memories and draw thoughts
Embrace a poet for they don't love normal.
They write for the misfits and hope to find a miss to fit in the world of lines
They write for the wrong hoping that they get it right one day
They do not please the ordinary
And the sophisticated ones find them hard to love
They think poets play with feelings,,,actually they do.
On a cold night,,after coffee or smoothie dates,,they ensure you dance to the tune.

Love a poet if you were only looking for more than thirteen reasons to,,
Love a poet if you have one still hitting on you after numerous curves

*Zi boy*
*Doluh words*
© *2018*

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