Don't Fall in love with a Poet

Don't fall in love with a poet,

For their heart is a fickle thing.

It beats to the rhythm of the words they write,

And is often left in ruins in the morning light.

Don't fall in love with a poet,

For they live in a world of their own.

Their mind is a maze of darkness and despair,

And they're often lost, alone, and unaware.

Their words are a reflection of their soul,

A twisted tapestry of pain and woe.

They pour out their heart onto the page,

And it's often too much for one to engage.

Don't fall in love with a poet,

For they're masters of the art of deception.

They'll spin tales of love and beauty and light,

But beneath the surface, there's only an endless night.

Their world is a dangerous place to be,

A roller coaster ride of emotion and agony.

And once you're in, it's hard to escape,

As you become lost in their twisted landscape.

So if you must, love a poet with care,

For their heart is fragile and prone to despair.

But don't fall in love with a poet, I warn,

For the risk of heartbreak is always born.