Your mama said!
never fall in love-
with a Poet.
For he could
mend the vessel of your heart
with his verses of hook' and lines,
yet butcher it again like a prey
into syllabic phrases.
He could
paint your pictures
a mirage in his heart
yet adore it openly
as the only portrait
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
in the gallery of his mind...
he is a perfect con- artist of words.
Yet,what con- artist will
paint you with the letters -
of the alphabet
and call it poetry.
What artist
will compare your melanin
to the coffee
that keeps him awake all night.
What artist
will shade the contours
of your eyes
as the sun rising
to meet his gaze.
What con- artist
will whisper into -
your ear drums
yet make your heart beat
rhythmic sounds with out sticks.
What con-artist will
love your forever-
and evergreen like the skies.
There is no love
greater than the love
of a poet.
Mama just lied.
I'm
Darkphoen🖤x
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